Quotes About Family

Nooo. Not today, of all days. She'd begged her mom not to invite her boyfriends over. And Lizette always assured her that she'd stop, that their home would be a no-man zone.

Lizette didn't lay eyes on Audre till she was two. It was cruel. She hadn't raised her daughter to have such ghastly manners. But in the end, maybe Genevieve had been right to sever ties. Genevieve was Eva now, and she and Audre were both thriving. Everything turns out the way it oughta, she thought.

This is that family feeling, he thought. Of total acceptance, belonging to people. A connection that eclipsed everything.

Books were her kids.

Shane and Eva were her writer children. And as their mama, she had a right to get to the bottom of their situationship.

Go 'head and judge me, miss. I fear nothing but the pitiless gaze of the Almighty. You could be Mommie Dearest or Clair Huxtable—don't matter what kind of mother you are; daughters always blame moms for every mess they make.

One time, while waiting in a Kmart checkout line, five-year-old Shane had seen some guy steal a waffle iron from a woman's cart while she wasn't looking. His mind had quietly spiraled over it. What if waffles were all she had to feed her thirteen badass kids because their dad squandered her modest bank-teller salary on fantasy-football bets and scratch cards? What if her life depended on that waffle iron? He'd obsessed about it for days.

But even blessed and intelligent families lose it when their emotional problems overwhelm them. For our families it appeared to be alcoholism that led to relationship trauma … or was unhealed relationship trauma the prequel that led to using alcohol to self-medicate emotional pain?

They may become what family systems theorists call the "symptom bearer," symptomatic on behalf of the whole family. Children who act out, for example, can have the effect of getting warring parents to pull together in order to address what's going on for the child; thus, the family buys some more time, the focus is diverted from the parent's or the family's underlying problems, and homeostasis, albeit a costly one, is again achieved.

Those in the system who have the clarity or courage to act as whistle blowers, who attempt to reveal the truth of the family pathology, may be perceived by the family, which is steeped in denial, as in some way problematic. Naming the dysfunctional behavior becomes the sin, not the dysfunctional behavior itself. These members may be cut off, humiliated, or even hated if they get too close to the truth, though much of this may be unconscious.

Simply bringing up the family's problems causes other family members, who cannot and will not see their own pathology, to want to kill the messenger. Again, the message—the truth—threatens their survival as a system. WHEN

The lack of sharing genuine feeling in the addicted home can also lead to isolation, a common feature of depression.

A person who escapes from an unhealthy family system while others remain mired within it may experience what is referred to as "survivor's guilt." The guilt one feels of being the one who "got away" while others may not have been able to.

Orbán decides to visit his in-laws in Szolnok. I'd never been to Szolnok, so I tag along

Our love became a casualty of my family tree

The Lakota unburdened themselves of hair, of fingers, cut into their flesh to temporarily escape the grief of a loved one's death. I saw this on A Man Called Horse and in Dances with Wolves. But as far as I knew, no one in my immediate family had ever done this. My mother was worth far more than a hank of hair. She was worth my spine. My eyes. My womb.

I hurt my wife, my kids, my mother, my wife's family, my friends, my foundation and kids all around the world who admired me.

The virtue of privacy is one that must be protected in matters that are intimate and within one's own family.

I have let my family down and I regret those transgressions with all of my heart.

Personal sins should not require press releases and problems within a family shouldn't have to mean public confessions.

My dad was my best friend and greatest role model. He was an amazing dad, coach, mentor, soldier, husband and friend.

My mom was tough.

All that really matters is I have two beautiful kids, and I'm trying to be the best dad I can possibly be, and that's the most important thing of all.

I have not been true to my values and the behavior my family deserves.