Quotes About Family

A breezy disregard for the preservation of the pence was a family trait.

Unlike the male codfish which, suddenly finding itself the parent of three million five hundred thousand little codfish, cheerfully resolves to love them all, the British aristocracy is apt to look with a somewhat jaundiced eye on its younger sons.

At seven-ten we sat down to a breakfast of twelve-grain cereal, a kind of oatmeal glop that Barbara had given my mother. The stuff wasn't too bad once you quit expecting it to have any taste.

Por eso tengo que volver a tantos sitios veneridos para encontrarme conmigo y examinarme sin cesar sin testigo que la luna, y luego silbar de alegria pisando piedras y terrones sin tarea que existir sin familia que el camino

you, my friend, could be the smoke's daughter, you who may not have known you were born of fire and rage, lightning over flaming lava etched your violet mouth, your sex in the scorched oak's moss like a ring in a nest, your fingers there in the flames, your compact body rose from leaves of fire that make me recall there were bakers in your family tree, you're still the rainforest's bread, ash from violent wheat

Beside the Duke's bed was a little print in a gold frame whose Gothic characters caught my eye. Caramba! I thought, it must be the Albas' family tree. I was wrong. It was Rudyard Kipling's "If—," that uninspired, sanctimonious poetry, precursor of the Reader's Digest, whose intellectual level, in my opinion, was no higher than that of the Duke of Alba's shoes. May the British Empire forgive me!

Papa te llamas papa y no patata

Potato salad in the South is nothing less than the principal smuggler of cholesterol into the festive, careless heart. It is pure poison beneath the facade of bland puritan propriety. It is the food of choice at any food banquet of smiling relatives who celebrate tacitly among themselves the dark twining of two of their promising youth.

When you look into your baby's eyes," my friend Sarah once said to me, "that will become your Tibet." I have no doubt that looking into one's own baby's eyes is many inexpressibly wonderful things, but one thing it is not is Tibet.

For a moment he said nothing, then he reached over and traced a line down her cheek with his finger. When a man looks into a woman's eyes, lass, he doesna want to see the horrors he has kent written there. He wants to see joy and warmth and some measure of innocence. Tis the natural duty and desire of a man to protect his woman and children from the world's bitterness.

would be grown up and living their own lives by now, of course, but

By thirty, I believe we should all focus more on feeling gratitude for the gifts we've been given. The more grateful we feel for our families, for our friends, for the good health we have, the more we will nourish those things for the future.

he who discards his worldly duties can justify himself only by assuming some kind of responsibility toward a much larger family." The

Mi madre, por su parte, era una reina de corazones y nos educó exclusivamente por medio del amor. Después

He that is unmarried careth for the things that belong to the Lord, how he may please the Lord: but he that is married careth for the things of the world, how he may please his wife." 1 I had analysed the lives of many of my friends who, after undergoing certain spiritual discipline, had then married. Launched on the sea of worldly responsibilities, they had forgotten their resolutions to meditate deeply. To

The rent left in the family fabric by Mother's death was irreparable.

Dotado de una mentalidad eminentemente lógica y matemática, su conducta se basaba principalmente en el razonamiento. Mi madre, por su parte, era una reina de corazones y nos educó exclusivamente por medio del amor. Después de su fallecimiento, la ternura interior de mi padre comenzó a exteriorizarse más y entonces noté a menudo que su mirada parecía transformarse en la mirada de mi madre.

the highest yogic attainments are not barred to the family man. Even in the world, the yogi who faithfully discharges his responsibilities, without personal motive or attachment, treads the sure path of enlightenment.

Lahiri Mahasaya left this world shortly after I had entered it. His picture, in an ornate frame, always graced our family altar in the various cities to which Father was transferred by his office.

He's not human," Ajax blurted out. "Well, of course he bloody isn't," Agamemnon said. "His mother's a fish.

We women are peculiar creatures. We tend not to love those who murder our families.

My two older brothers died beside him. I don't know how my third oldest brother died, but somehow or other, whether by the gates or on the palace step, he met his end. For the first and only time in my life, I was glad my mother was dead.

We howled, all of us, for the loss of our homeland - for the loss of our fathers, husbands, brothers, sons, for everybody we'd ever loved. For all the men carried away on that blood-dark tide.

Elinor retreated to the terrace where the night air on her skin felt like a hot bath. She was hurt, it had been such an onslaught. All the things she'd achieved in the past four years, the independent life she'd built for herself, seemed to count for nothing here. The only thing that mattered to her mother was finding a husband. As for painting, well, nice little hobby, very suitable, but you won't have much time for that when the children arrive.