Quotes About Family

Family isn't blood. Families are made in the heart. It's the people who love you. It's knowing that your family will be there watching out for you. Nothing else will give you that.

We didn't always agree with one another. Sometimes I quarreled with my brother and sisters, but I couldn't remember hating them for more than five minutes.

We didn't always agree with one another. Sometimes I quarreled with my brothers and sisters, but I couldn't remember hating them for more than five minutes.

Son; people make mistakes, and you have to decide if their mistakes are bigger than your love for them.

Apron strings.... What do they mean? Your grandmas love or your mother's dream? We remember when every day when they wore these signs of love for ever lore...

Love is a necessity. It gives us the desire to bond with someone long enough to care for our children to an age where they can fend for themselves.

God made a wonderful mother, A Mother who never grows old. He made her smile of sunshine. And he molded her heart of pure of pure gold. In her eyes he placed bright shinning stars. In her cheeks fair roses you see. God made a wonderful mother. And he gave that wonderful mother to me.

Sometimes the best we can do is to remind each other that we're related for better or for worse...and try to keep it to ourselves.

What's really important, are the connections you have with the people you love. Your family, Your friends, Grace-truly, those are the things that matter.

Do whatever you want to me; but mess with my kids and you better run for your life. Because I'm coming after you and hells coming with me.

Time.... Something that's not enough left when you have more behind you than in the front of you. Life is short, love your family while they're here and pray we all know where we are going when it's over here on earth.

Family is not always about blood. Sometimes it's about who is there to hold your hand and support you when you need them.

The sons shaped their feet with the shoes of their fathers. To the plight of their mothers, the daughters surrendered their dreams." —"THE RIVER," LARRY D. THOMAS

Wouldn't a woman who paid attention to her dreams, and tried to adopt choices based on their direction and value system, be successful, even if she were departing further and further from the approval of her family?

What usually has the strongest psychic effect on the child is the life which the parents . . . have not lived." Carl Jung

It is of paramount importance that our spirituality be validated or confirmed by fidelity to our personal experience. A spiritual tradition that is only received from history or from family makes no real difference in a person's life, for he or she is living by conditioned reflexive response. Only what is experientially true is worthy of a mature spirituality.

Occasionally someone rises from evening meal, Goes outside, and goes, and goes, and goes. . . Because somewhere in the East a sanctuary stands. And his children lament as though he had died. And another, who dies within his house, Remains there, remains amid dishes and glasses, So

I hated that the soldier doll had my name. I mean, please. I didn't play with him much. He was another Christmas present from my clueless grandparents. One time when they were visiting, my grandpa asked me if G.I. Joe had been in any wars lately. I said, No, but he and Ken got married last week. Every Christmas since then, my grandparents have sent me a check.

All of us must have something or someone to be proud of.

What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say good night and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?

He had neither companions nor friends, church nor creed. He lived his spiritual life without any communion with others, visiting his relatives at Christmas and escorting them to the cemetery when they died. He performed these two social duties for old dignity's sake but conceded nothing further to the conventions which regulate the civic life.

Pascal, if I remember rightly, would not suffer his mother to kiss him as he feared the contact of her sex.

He had spoken himself into boldness. Stephen, shielding the gaping wounds which the words had left in his heart, said very coldly: --I am not thinking of the offence to my mother.

Was it right to kiss his mother or wrong to kiss his mother? What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say goodnight and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?