Quotes About Family

El homo politicus ha cedido el paso al Homo felix. No se trata ya de cambiar la sociedad, sino de vivir mejor en el presente, uno mismo y los suyos, de ganar dinero, de consumir, irse de vacaciones, viajar, distraerse, hacer deporte, arreglar la casa. Los sueños del gran ocaso se han extinguido y la cosa pública ya no motiva las pasiones más que superficialmente.

In my case, I was born to parents who were very young, and I don't think they were entirely ready to have a child. My dad was going to college and working two or three jobs at the same time, and my mum was working and going to school.

I just think some women aren't made to be mothers. And some women aren't made to be daughters.

For her uncles, she realizes, it is as if ever since she left the country for New York City—for nothing! not to send money home but just to "galavant!"—ever since she left she has relinquished her right to her memory of home, and she should not be left to her devices or she will bumble through the nation like a witless tourist who cannot speak its languages, though in fact she code-switches in three of them, puns in five, makes money in two, and dreams in one.

I'm fine but, wow, thanks for asking! Very few people ask how Mom is doing; we usually get asked how baby is doing, and that's that." My simple "How are YOU?" was met with a complicated response when I asked my niece Anne what her life was like now that she had become a mom. This surprised me not at all.

Heaven makes you family, but a new generation of selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors can make you friends.

You know what they say: Better one true friend than a hundred relatives.

What does it mean to love by degree? What does this say, too, about my place in my own children's love chain? Is this the cycle of life, then? To be prepared to be thrown under the bus, if necessary, by those you value most in the world?

If anyone asked either of us, we would say that we have a beautiful, happy family, and in so, so many regards we would be telling the truth. But it's what isn't on the page—what resides in the white spaces between words—that tells our story of things lost.

But our children are never ours. We belong to them, but they belong to themselves. They belong to people not yet born.

Persevering is what wives do. Staying is what mothers do. Tending is what daughters do.

The greatest lesson we teach our children is how to survive us.

There is so much more to my father's life and death than how it impacted, reflected on, or revealed me.

I dare try on the idea that maybe, just maybe, my children will love me through my imperfections just as I have loved my father through his—that I don't need to be perfect or even better to be worthy of our bond.

My first picture was Kitty Foyle. It was my mother who made all those films with Fred Astaire.

With the counseling of my family doctor, my mother ended up turning to Weight Watchers and their children's program. I went to weekly meetings, got counseling and would exercise with my peers who were my size. It was the first time I saw a proper children's portion size, and it wasn't two burgers, it was one.

E il nonno li aspettava come un'anima del purgatorio, cogli occhi alla porta, sebbene non ci vedesse quasi, e li andava toccando, per accertarsi che erano loro, e poi non dice più nulla, mentre gli si vedeva in faccia che aveva tante cose da dire, e spezzava il cuore con quella pena che gli si leggeva in faccia e non la poteva dire.

The Malavoglia huddled together, clinging to the rail, hardly daring to breathe because when the sea roars no-one dares answer.

Plain boiled food, plain boiled thinking. Even his name is plain boiled: John. Maybe because I grew up with black bean sauce and hoisin sauce and garlic sauce, I always feel something is missing when my son-in-law talk.

If, as my mother used to say, a secret is a shame or a treasure, these were treasures.

Yes, I still love him – I suppose. I suppose loving one's father is like living – one just does. About what he has done Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I could not even tell you – I could not find the words to tell you how terrible, how beyond everything terrible I think it is. And that it should be my father.…

A rumor that followed me forever was that my family was in the mafia. For years I had to live with it. They'd call me the mafia princess, so I rolled with it for the rest of high school. People even joke about it today.

My father died when I was two years old. But my mother was quite capable. She raised three children with his war pension which was peanuts. Yet we did not want for anything. We grew up with a certain parsimony, which is a nice thing. Then if life gives you more good, otherwise you get used to. I'm still thrifty.

Manažery jen žádáme, aby své spole?nosti ?ídili, jako by šlo o to jediné, co jejich rodiny vlastní a co také budou vlastnit v následujícím století.