Quotes About Family

Some people are intensely competitive in seeking social status; others show little interest in the game. Some people dote on children; others take the attitude of W. C. Fields. Still, it is hard indeed to imagine anyone happy who had achieved none or only a few of those natural goods. Someone without health or wealth or family or social standing or friendship or a sense of purpose would seem to be in a very bad way, perhaps suicidally depressed

Like a small business, a novel cannot afford to carry dead weight, even if it is a close family member. It is likewise unnecessary to introduce a mother and/or father into a narrative—usually through the medium of a long telephone call on the subject of 'How's things?'—to demonstrate that the protagonist does, like all mammals, have parents.

How she wished she were back at home with her family, strumming her banjo on the porch while Grampa Cornpone played the fiddle. Oh, the steamy bayou nights of her youth! Ma would cook up a huge pan of Creole innards, whilst Pa sat in the corner smoking his pipe of tabaccy with the hound dogs snoozing at his feet.

I like all my children, even the squat and ugly ones.

The secrets of success are a good wife and a steady job. My wife told me.

I went into the kitchen. My mother joined us there, Margaret threw back three shots in a row. "Oh yes, to be sure, Margaret Handle," my mother said. "That's your way in times of trouble, isn't it?" "Not just at those times," Margaret said, pouring another shot. My mother began to cook furiously.

Early on July 2, 1911, my father left with Lambert Charibon for Anticosti Island. Shortly after supper on the same day, my mother took up with Botho August.

When I returned, I never once walked past the house where my mother, aunt, and I lved together...It was as if the past would judge me. The house would judge me. That merely looking at it would somehow cause me to calibrate my life, and in all aspects of usefulness I would come up short.

My mother and Alexis had said no more than ten words to each other. The long silences were deafening

One of the terrible tragedies, for me, was the fact that my father passed away before he could witness what I achieved.

Years later, that image of my father -slumped on the family couch, his leg in a cast, unable to work or earn money, and ground down by the world- is still burned into my mind. Looking back now, I have a lot of respect for my dad. He never finished high school, but he was an honest man who worked hard.

There are...emotions, traumas, and transitions in every family that faces don't reflect and film doesn't capture. (255)

If we dare take the position that in Jesus there was at work some radical destiny, it would be safe to say that in his poverty he was more truly Son of man than he would have been if the incident of family or birth had made him a rich son of Israel. It

One of the greatest things a father can do for his children is to love their mother.

A righteous father protects his children with his time and presence.

Gravestones tell truth scarcely fourty years. Generations pass while some trees stand, and old Families last not three Oaks.' – Browne, Urn Burial, 1658

The baby is great. My wife and I have just started potty training. Which I think is important, because when we want to potty train the baby we should set an example.

My perspective on my mother has changed immensely. She was a lot taller when I was younger.

Fin da quando ero piccola, - continuò lei gridando come prima, - mio padre mi diceva che il sangue ci viene dagli antenati. Per vivere uno può vendere frittelle, vendersi la casa, la terra... ma in nessun caso può vendere il sangue. Può persino vendere il proprio corpo, ma non il sangue. Vendendo il corpo, vende se stesso. Ma se vende il sangue, vende i suoi avi. Xu Sanguan, tu hai venduto i tuoi antenati!

Behind every successful man stands a surprised mother-in-law.

Ya dont want yadinner taget cold, doya?

All the hipsters with cars, clothes, and money had rejected the family relationship that I valued so highly.

This was how we grew up—in a close family with a proud, strong, protective father and a loving, joyful mother. No wonder we came to feel that all our needs—from religion to friendship to entertainment—were met within the family circle. There was no felt need for outside friends; we were such good friends with each other.

When I became aware of the effect of the bills on my family, I wanted to be free of them. It was more than the bills that disturbed me, however. We were in an impoverished state, and I found it hard to understand how my father could work so hard yet have so little.