Quotes About Family

A nice fire inside—surrounded by your loved ones. What could be nicer? You do love me, don't you Chester? It's okay. I know you love us even if you can't say you do. But why can't you say it? Please Chester—tell me you love me. I'm your mother—if you can't love me, who can you love?

Hundreds of them, Susie thought. Easily hundreds. In a family where the telephone bill was a monthly argument, how could such a wealth of socks possibly have accumulated? she wondered idly. How, with so many permutations, were there so few mates? One of the burning issues of our time, she thought self-derisively.

The power of blood, Charlie thought, and there was no small degree of pride in the thought. No matter what else you do in this life, no matter where you go, what you profess to believe, you can't escape the power of blood.

His father's funeral was a memory of darkness and mourning. He remembered sitting between his mother and his Uncle Keith on the bench in the church. They'd brought in the preacher from Friendly, California, Reverend Forbes; a skinny, stick of a man with wavy hair and wild eyes. He'd glared at them from the front of the church as if they'd all been caught masturbating in a closet, not like a man of God who was troubled over the loss of a fallen comrade.

But Mom was the craziest. The gun had really sent her into outer space. After finding it, she'd beaten him with a wooden spoon—so hard that he couldn't sit down the rest of the day, only lie on his stomach in bed.

Fay generously accepted this failing, and did without her brood, and tried not to overwhelm Robin with all the love she was meant to lavish on a houseful of kids. Her religion truly meant something to her, and she was ennobled by it. Her husband, on the other hand, dug into his Bible like a cave, burrowing away from life, which he hated. He wanted only one thing from life, and that was his Heavenly reward for having endured it.

Actually the choice is simple. When your child decides to love a new person, you can either see it as a chance to hate some people - the person they choose and their families. However, you can also see it as a chance to love some more people. And since when did loving more become a bad thing?

Girlfriends come and go but, thank God, mothers don't break up with you.

In an Indian love marriage, by the time everyone gets on board, one wonders if there is any love left.

I thought about my [Punjabi] family. The only nakshatram we think about is the division of petrol pumps when we have to see the girl.

My judgmental relatives, Uncle Conscience and Aunty Guilt, started to ring the doorbell in my head.

Say that to my mother. She stays up at night wondering about who will marry me with this skin colour.

Work hard, but make time for you love, family and friends. Nobody remembers powerpoint presentations on your final day

Actually, the choice is simple. When your child decides to love a new person, you can either see it as a chance to hate some people – the person they choose and their families. Which is what we did for a while. However, you can also see it as a chance to love some more people. And since when did loving more people become a bad thing?

The third trait is divisiveness. This is often taught at our home, particularly our family and relatives, where we learn about the differences amongst people. Our

Our parents valued security over everything else. In their time jobs were few, so you better grab one and settle down. Else you would be on the road,' Brijesh said.

Why are you are throwing them out, Uncle?' Anjali said.

The rule of staying peacefully with parents is to keep the sarcasm minimal.

Blood is thicker than water. Or lassi. Or whatever.

considering this is a country where in-laws burn brides, they did seem like nice people. More

Once I got married and had kids, I moved away from romantic roles, because it seemed wrong to have my 3-year-old wondering why Daddy was kissing someone else.

All my children inherited perfect pitch.

your mother isn't always the lady that gave birth to you that you call your mum, my foster mum has brought me up and in that process I, myself have chosen to look on to her as my mum, and I wouldn't have it any other way

I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.