Quotes About Family

J'aimerais que mon père ait été un requin Qui eût déchiré quarante baleiniers (Et dans leur sang j'aurais appris à nager)

Apám erÅ'tlenül bólintott, én feléje nyújtottam a csomag cigarettát, vett belÅ'le, tüzet adtam. Sajnáltam már. Rossz lehet az egy apának, ha akkor beszélget elÅ'ször igazán a fiával, amikor az már majdnem huszonnyolc éves.

A family without a black sheep is not a typical family.

Eine Familie, die keine schwarzen Schafe hat, ist keine charakteristische Familie." ("A family without a black sheep is not a typical family.")

If we could know as intimately as we know our more immediate parents the long line of ancestors through whom the family spirit has passed on its way to us, we should probably become fatalists in face of the apparently overwhelming evidence that there is nothing in us that has not come to us from, or at least through, the Family. Family portrait galleries are a striking confirmation of the persistence of characteristics which ultimately govern the fortunes of successive generations.

There is one class of men who from time to time have taken a keen and practical interest in the constitution of the Family, and they are the Statesmen. They have realized how intimately the welfare of the State depends upon the influence and nature of the Families from which it is constituted; and they have endeavoured that the State in turn should mould and influence the Family to its own purposes.

Every family had its own peculiar cult, to which no stranger was ever admitted, and which alone could appease and satisfy the gods of that family. The cult was handed down from father to son, from generation to generation, and could not be lost without condemning the whole series of ancestors to eternal misery.

It seems to be almost inevitable that the man who accepts a subordinate economic position in the Family degenerates into a loafer and a tyrant.

His youngest sister, Linda, wanted to be a singer and she had now refused point-blank to go to secretarial college; his father had refused pointblank to let her study music. Linda had gone to the piano and begun to play Chopin's Prelude No. 24 in D minor, a bitter piece of music which gains in tragic intensity when played 40 times in a row.

For you where never my blood sister so no more shall I call you little sister

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One of Mama's parenting mantras was: "Oh, Helen Michelle, I have yet to begin to embarrass you.

My dad wrote to me. My mum put him up to it because she got this great idea that hearing from someone I'd never met and who didn't give a fuck about me might cheer me up...

Don't say 'what,' say 'pardon,' darling, and do as your mother tells you.

The reverse can also happen: as a man becomes more and more attached to his family, levels of testosterone can decline. In fact, at the birth of a child, expectant fathers experience a significant decline in levels of testosterone.66 Even when a man holds a baby, levels of testosterone decrease. This

We were opposites in every way until we grew up, left home, and discovered we were more alike than we'd thought. Sisters only get to be opposites within the family; separated by the world, they become practically identical.

Families always bind loved ones in ways both supportive and constrictive.

Suddenly a frenzied high-pitched shriek behind us. Henry Klein, a stocky survivor from Dniepa, had burst into wild, piercing sobs. Turning away from us, he began to howl Kaddish, his voice shrill. His children stood by, stunned. He was doubled over now, hands on

Zosia, with the long arm of their mother, lobbing Mom across the ocean.

When, in the street, I see a mother walking with her grown-up daughter, I can hardly bear to witness the mother's pride, the softening of her face, her incredulous joy at being granted her daughter's company; and the iron discipline she imposes on herself, to muffle and conceal this joy.

my parents, for the hurt, helpless, angry love they must have felt as they watched me smash my way out of their protection.

It was the sad privilege of blood relations to love him despite all.

But I've been reading A Very Easy Death, about Simone de Beauvoir's mother dying of cancer – it's just brilliant. It really helped me.' She

I know one fortunate little boy whose parents told him the facts of life so satisfactorily, he said in the next breath, "Now tell me how they make peanut butter."),