Quotes About Family

What is a home without children? Quiet.

Just got back from a pleasure trip: I took my mother-in-law to the airport.

My brother was a lifeguard in a car wash.

My dad was the town drunk. Most of the time that's not so bad but New York City?

Woman is the salvation or the destruction of the family. She carries its destiny in the folds of her mantle.

Woman is the salvation or destruction of the family. She carries its destinies in the folds of her mantle.

Like their ancestors, Louise and her parents klutzed away their days.

Our house has never been anything but a playroom. I have been your doll wife, just as at home I was Daddy's doll child. And the children in turn have been my dolls. I thought it was fun when you came and played with me, just as they thought it was fun when I went and played with them. That's been our marriage, Torvald.

Home life ceases to be free and beautiful as soon as it is founded on borrowing and debt.

Home is the wallpaper above the bed, the family dinner table, the church bells in the morning, the bruised shins of the playground, the small fears that come with dusk, the streets and squares and monuments and shops that constitute one's first universe.

j'ai aimé ma mère avec la rage d'en être haï.

The little plantations at Weymouth, Hull, and Mount Wollaston, although within the limits of Boston Bay, nevertheless do not concern us here so much as the solitary men who had made homes for themselves upon the land now actually part of the modern city. On an island in the harbour was settled David Thomson, "Gent.," an attorney for Gorges, with his family. Thomson died in 1628, leaving to his family his island and to the island his name, which it has borne ever since.

Sir Henry fixed him with a keen eye. 'Odd name, Tom Skatt - eh?' 'Thats right' 'You don't think we could be related?' Tom looked up at his great-great-great-uncle and smiled. 'I don't think so' 'No,' grinned Sir Henry "no, of course not

All men are children, and of one family. The same tale sends them all to bed, and wakes them in the morning.

She may be your own sister, honey, your own flesh and blood, but you've got to face it, deep down inside she hates you like poison and nothing would please her more than to see you get it right in the neck. The

She may be your own sister, honey, your own flesh and blood, but you've got to face it, deep down inside she hates you like poison and nothing would please her more than to see you get it right in the neck.

My whole damn family was nice. I don't think I've imagined it. It's true. Maybe it has to do with being brought up as Christian Scientists. Half of my relatives were Readers or Practitioners in the church.

Edsel is the artist in our family. Art is something I know nothing about.

it was these desperate inexperienced bitches, he thought, who never banded together but fought everyone and themselves and were like camels, they could go on for days without one sup of encouragement. Under their humps they had tanks of self-confidence so that they could cross any desert area of arid prickly pear without one compliment, or dewdrop as they called it in his family, to uphold them.

Home is one's birthplace, ratified by memory.

FROM AN EARLY date Johnson's intellectual interests were fostered in the family bookshop. It was there that he learned the geography of both company and solitude—in the society of his father's customers, and in the privacy of his reading. In 1706 Michael bought the library of the late William Stanley, ninth Earl of Derby, which comprised almost 3,000 volumes.

misadventures. 'A family', Johnson would later write, 'is a little kingdom, torn with factions and exposed to revolutions.'4

My brother and I had a really privileged relationship with my parents... They treated us like adults.

My mom, God rest her soul - she liked nicknames. In the womb she named me Skip. There was another black guy in Piedmont, W.Va., and his name was Skip. They called him Big Skip, and I was Little Skip.