Quotes About Family

1950s nuclear family,

Most people's root networks are closing in on themselves, circling more and more tightly around spouses, partners, parents and kids. These are our most important relationships, but every arborist knows that a tree with a small root-ball is more likely to fall over when the wind blows.

Home (...) was dominated by work. (page 5)

The responsibilities of marriage induce young men to settle down, focus, and get to work.

They don't know the distinction between taking care of a child and raising a child.

Changing the new upper class by force majeure won't work and isn't a good idea in any case. The new upper class will change only if its members decide that it is in the interest of themselves and of their families to change. And possibly also because they decide it is in the interest of the country they love.

I'd rather be black than gay because when you're black you don't have to tell your mother.

Babcock knew no Southerners personally but he had seen them in court often enough...and Ed's manner and appearance said Dixie to him. He imagined Ed at home with his family, a big one, from old geezers to toddlers. He saw them eating their yams and pralines and playing their fiddles and dancing their jigs and guffawing over coarse jokes and beating one another to death with agricultural implements.

Fogelson abused us like a stepfather.

Little did Papa realize that morning that he was never to see us or hold us again, nor would he ever again harken to the meadowlarks of Yell County trilling a joyous anthem to spring.

People do not give it credence that a fourteen-year-old girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her father's blood but it did not seem so strange then, although I will say it did not happen every day. I was just fourteen years of age when a coward going by the name Tom Chaney shot my father down in Fort Smith, Arkansas, and robbed him of his life and his horse and $150 in cash money plus two California gold pieces that he carried in his trouser band.

If I had received good instruction as a child I would be with my family today and at peace with my neighbors. I hope and pray that all you parents in the sound of my voice will train up your children in the way they should go.

A family is a place where principles are hammered and honed on the anvil of everyday living.

Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.

If there's no relationship with a father who's absent, nobody talks about it.

I like the streets of New York City, where I was born,better than these streets of palms.No doubt, my father liked his village in Ukrainiabetter than the streets of New York City;and my grandfather the city and its synagogue,where he once read aloud the holy books,better than the villagein which he dickered in the market-place.

I come from a long line of generations!

Nationalism is a self-constructed cage in which family members can huddle in safety when they're not growling and barking at someone outside the cage.

Motherhood is a great honor and privilege, yet it is also synonymous with servanthood. Every day women are called upon to selflessly meet the needs of their families. Whether they are awake at night nursing a baby, spending their time and money on less-than-grateful teenagers, or preparing meals, moms continuously put others before themselves.

The moment someone chooses to trust in Jesus Christ, his sins are wiped away, and he is adopted into God's family. That individual is set apart as a child of God, with a sacred purpose.

Christmas: the one time of year when you can't avoid the nuts in your family muesli.

Now he realized that somehow those who had served in France and elsewhere knew a world that couldn't be shared. How could he tell his sister—or even his father, if the elder Rutledge was still alive—what had been done on bloody ground far from home? It would be criminal to fill their minds with scenes that no one should have to remember. No one.

I lost my own daughter and I'll never have another. The hurt doesn't go away, no matter what you tell yourself. It's there day and night. I'd have killed any man who touched her. Why should I stand for such talk about another man's child, if I wouldn't have stood for it about my own?

My mother had said to me afterward, "Your father is a fool." When I asked her why, she'd shrugged. "Men generally are," she'd retorted, and changed the subject.