Quotes About Family

Parental Predictions. — Any astronomer can predict with absolute accuracy just where every star in the universe will be at 11:30 tonight. He can make no such prediction about his teenage daughter.

William Shakespeare, King Lear

Familiarity breeds contempt — and children.

My father told me all about the birds and bees. The liar — I went steady with a woodpecker till I was twenty-one.

Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet.

How do people make it through life without a sister?

Our roots say we're sisters, our hearts say we're friends.

Bare is shoulder without brother, bare hearth without sister.

A sister shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams.

Always a godfather, never a god.

There is a simple life, a life in solitude, which I had grown unused to. Eating bread at a wooden table, gathering up the crumbs and tossing them to the sparrows. Slowly peeling an apple with a pocketknife and realizing that this gesture exactly re-creates your father's gesture, which re-creates the gesture of your grandfather's. The place is not the same, nor the time, nor the hand. But the gesture remembers.

The moral of my book is that anyone who doesn't succeed in bringing his personal relations and those of his family into a secure state is also incapable of assuming an effective position in civil life.

Versteht sich, muß er sie bezahlen !" sagte er sich; aber er konnte schon wissen, daß er seinen Söhnen nie etwas zurückforderte und daß sie ihm nie etwas zu erstatten begehrten. Das ist Eltern gesund und läßt sie zu hohen Jahren kommen, auf daß sie erleben, wie ihre Kinder wiederum von den Enkeln lustig geschröpft werden, und so geht es von Vater auf Sohn und alle bleiben bestehen und haben guten Appetit.

I will take you and keep you and give you light and dark wine and perhaps children. In spring, after we have planted, I will sit and watch the warm rains with you on the covered porch. In summer and in fall I will walk with you in the gardens. And when the snows of winter come, I will wrap us both in a quilt of starry darkness.

Women's natural role is to be a pillar of the family.

I have learned to savor every minute of time with my four year old daughter not only because I know how quickly children grow up but also because I have no idea what state the world will be in when she is my age.

Once when there were no rivers on the earth, the Jade Dragon was in charge of clouds. She decided when and where the clouds would rain upon the land and when they would stop. She was very proud of her power and of the reverence the people of earth paid her. Jade Dragon had four dragon children: Pearl, Yellow, Long, and Black. They were large and strong and good and kind. They helped Jade Dragon with her work, and whenever they flew in the sky she was overwhelmed with love and pride.

Ba sighed and took out another candle for the lantern. The light from the lamp kept away the forest animals but it could do nothing for Ma's fury. Her resentment seemed to darken with the fading moon.

The Schuylers were one of the few families in those

You couldn't shake my belief in Jesus any more than you could shake my in my mother or father. Because I have known them. If you told me hadn't had a mother and she was't really good and kind to me, I'd just smile and pity you because you never knew her. But I have, you know. I don't blame you, for you've never known Jesus.

Of course!" he said foolishly. "Then I wish I had come sooner. I wish I had never gone—from you!" "Oh, Father, do you really? How many times I have wished that!" The blue eyes were full of wistful eagerness now. It had meant a great deal to her! Why had it? Was that her mother looking at him through her eyes? Was he going stark-staring crazy? It was Alice's look. Alice was looking through those eyes of her daughter as one might look through a window!

She seemed awfully pleasant and sweet, and her mother wasn't like that a bit. I knew her mother very well indeed." "Well, Mamma, you have to remember she had a father, too.

In the year 1824, in a pleasant town located between Schenectady and Albany, stood the handsome colonial residence of Hamilton Van Rensselaer. Solemn hedges shut in the family pride and hid the family sorrow, and about the borders of its spacious gardens, where even the roses seemed subdued, there played a child. The stately house oppressed her, and she loved the sombre garden best.

Edie didn't budge. She leaned her chin on her knees and felt sad. She was a big reader too, but she liked THE BOBBSEY TWINS or HONEY BUNCH AT THE SEASHORE. She loved that nice family life. She tried to live it in the three rooms on the fourth floor. Sometimes she called her father Dad, or even Father, which surprised him. Who? he asked.