Quotes About Family

We're a telephone family, strung out along the wires, sharing our news in loops and daisy chains. We don't meet face-to-face much, and when we do there's a dematerialized feeling, as though only half of our molecules are present.

It looked like just the sort of family Americans dream of having: dumb and loving.

It was a regular family scene. All we had to do was clean up a few murders and a matter of international dope smuggling, then we could move next door to Donna Reed.

Blood may be thicker than water, but family has them both beat.

There was something about his grandfather's death, about men who love their sons . . .

This distinction was very important to him: His mother did love him but not enough to save him.

He might not be a good man but he is a good son.

Daddy!" she cried. "Are you okay?" There are ten thousand perfectly good reasons not to have children but hearing the love in Feather's voice trumped every one.

I found out a lot about my father as he regaled my wife. He'd learned how to be a potter in a small village in Bolivia. There, working on a kick-wheel in a shack the size of an outhouse, he started thinking about the few novels he'd read.

There are ten thousand perfectly good reasons not to have children but hearing the love in Feather's voice trumped every one.

And my father!-oh, my father! evil is it with his daughter, when his grey hairs are not remembered because of the golden locks of youth!

I want to speak with you," she said, "and I have placed honest Thornie betwixt Rashleigh and you on purpose. He will be like— Feather-bed 'twixt castle wall And heavy brunt of cannon ball, while I, your earliest acquaintance in this intellectual family, ask of you how you like us all?

All however agreed, that the spot was fatal to the Ravenswood family; and to drink of the waters of the well or even approach its brink, was ominous to a descendant of that house, as for a Grahame to wear green, a Bruce to kill a spider, or a St. Clair to cross the Ord on a Monday.

Chapter X Rose Bradwardine and her Father

Sara gave her the scarf that it would be her last birthday? There were so many unanswered questions. Was Mama partial to the blue-and-black scarf because I gave it to her? Gulping in air and swallowing past the lump in her throat, Sara couldn't hold back her tears any more than she could all the others she had shed since her mother's death. Watching Mama slip away so fast had

My truest desire is fellowship with good friends, the love of a caring family, and a close relationship with God.

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and Dad's to celebrate Christmas Eve. It was going to be a happy time—her and Martin's first Christmas together. "No! No! No!

I've never believed in risking what my family and friends have and need in order to pursue what they don't have and don't need.

Children living with their dad felt positively about their mom; children living with their mom were more likely to think negatively of their dad.

If children live in separate homes, proximity to the other parent has been found to be the single most important factor determining a child's likelihood of success.

Three-quarters of dads who were in South Carolina jails for being behind in child support payments suffer from extreme poverty. And one-eighth of all South Carolina inmates are in jail for being behind in child support payments. No dad is imprisoned for not spending enough time with his children. And it is rare for a mom to go to jail for preventing dad from spending enough time with his children.

I tell the kids that, even in a childhood marked by despair and deprivation, I knew that no matter what happened, I still had my family, or at least the remnants of a family ripped apart by divorce and then glued back together in various odd arrangements through a series of ill- advised remarriages. It was good to know I had a solid foundation.

Without exception, I begin every day of my life with an expression of gratitude. As I look in the mirror to begin my daily ritual of shaving, I say, "Thank you, God, for life, for my body, for my family and loved ones, for this day, and for the opportunity to be of service. Thank you, thank you, thank you!