Quotes About Family

Soon-Yi was the one adopted child who stood up to Mia and incurred her wrath.

Mia had three beautiful sisters and three brothers. One brother died behind the controls of a plane. Another brother committed suicide with a gun. The third brother was convicted of molesting boys and sentenced to prison.

I was trying to balance Soon-Yi's problems with my own, with Dylan, Moses, and Satchel, whom Mia had possession of, complete control over, and a willingness to use them as pawns if and when necessary.

Chester was the most revered male in the extended family because he enunciated like Abba Eban.

So August 4, 1992, I float up to Connecticut to see my kids as haggled by our lawyers. It's an uneventful afternoon. Mia goes out shopping while I watch a little TV with a room full of people all warned to keep an eye on me.

Do you really want to deprive Dylan of her father to punish me? Are there no limits to your vengeance?

Yet it makes perfect sense for the angry woman who had announced she would take away my daughter and had a plan worse than death for me, to resort to the single most common cliché of custody warfare, accusing the spouse of abusing the child.

Thaddeus was the one she locked in the outdoor shed overnight. Is it surprising he committed suicide with a gun ten minutes from his mother's house? Mia acted surprised at Thaddeus's suicide, but the truth is he had attempted suicide six or seven years earlier by overdosing on medicines and had to be rushed to the hospital to have his stomach pumped.

Soon-Yi and I had no interest in knowing about each other. I thought she was a quiet, boring kid, and she thought I was her mom's patsy.

La Caravelle, La Grenouille, Orsini's. What dining experiences with this family. And who knew from palate cleansers? At Lutèce, Lulu insisted he taste escargot.

When she grew up, no drinking her orange juice or chocolate milk out of glasses that were once Yahrzeit candles.

I am happy in my marriage. I am happy with my family but you can never be happy on this planet. We are dumped into a bad situation. Human existence is precarious, terrifying and pointless." Woody Allen, May 24, 2020.

I'm very proud of my pocket watch. My grandfather, on his deathbed, sold me this watch.

All the shrinks walked on eggshells with Mia, enabling her to prevent me from having any contact with my kids.

Moses says, "Those conclusions perfectly match my own childhood experience: coaching, influencing, and rehearsing are three words that sum up exactly how my mother tried to raise us.

I tease my parents in this account of my life, but each imparted knowledge to me that has served me well over the decades. From my father: When buying a newspaper from a newsstand, never take the top one. From Mom: The label always goes in the back.

To count a few gulls makes the journey happy. In the reedy bend, under the willow bank, My wife and children smile with me. The moment I fall asleep, wind and waves are quiet; No glory, no disgrace, and not a single worry.

Qué es una vida de verdad? ¿Cuando vas a la escuela? ¿Cuando tienes trabajo?¿Cuando vas al trabajo y dejas a tus hijos en la escuela? ¿Cuando tienes las suficientes fotos para llenar un álbum? Cuando puede contarla, supongo.

un agente de seguros. Qué horrible profesión: alimentar a tu familia de la paranoia ajena.

We must also be careful to educate our sons and daughters when children are born to the women whom we've taken as wives. Striving to set the best example we can for our children will make us act even more nobly.

I wept like a child. It was not because I was overcome at having survived my ordeal, though I was. Nor was it the presence of my brothers and sisters, though that too was very moving. I was weeping because ....fill in the blank with whatever/whoever helped you survive... had left me so unceremoniously.

A house is a compressed territory where our basic needs can be fulfilled close by and safely.

Stories--individual stories, family stories, national stories--are what stitch together the disparate elements of human existence into a coherent whole. We are story animals.

Love is a house with many rooms, this room to feed the love, this one to entertain it, this one to clean it, this one to dress it, this one to allow it to rest, and each of these rooms can also just as well be the room for laughing or the room for listening or the room for apologizing or the room for intimate togetherness, and, of course, there are the rooms for the new members of the household.