Quotes About Family

Somehow I knew that puppies were meant to leave their mothers.

The mother is a Chihuahua. The father, we're thinking Yorkie." "Max, you're a Chorkie!" CJ smiled down at me.

It looked as though I lived in a family of dimwits.

My dog back home, Molly…" CJ said to me, and her voice trailed off. She sighed. "I needed Molly so much, Max. I was younger when I got her, and stuff at home … it wasn't so great. But you—it's different with you. You need me. I just wish Jillian could see that!

Everyone called the baby "Chase," which just seemed wrong. We had a Chase Dad, now we were going to have a Chase Baby? And Burke was Burke Dad?

Maggie Rose," Dad asked pleasantly, "what just barked from back there?" "A puppy?" Maggie Rose guessed. "Did you hide a dog in the back with you?" Dad asked. "Yes, but, Dad, there were some people coming to take Lily away!" Maggie Rose replied in a rush. "She wouldn't understand! She knows I'm her person! She'd think I was giving her up!

The way he was speaking to me reminded me of the first time Senora called me Toby. I instantly understood what was happening—just as the men had pulled my first family from the culvert, this man had taken me from the grass. And now my life would be what he decided it would be.

No chickens." "Zebras?" Maggie Rose asked. Mom laughed. "Crocodiles? Anteaters? Giraffes?" Bryan guessed. All the humans in the car were laughing, so I wagged. People don't have tails to let others know they're happy, but laughter is the next best thing.

I wrote the first novel in the A Dog's Purpose series to convince my then girlfriend, Cathryn Michon, that despite the pain of losing her dog Ellie, we should adopt a puppy. (It worked: we brought little Tucker into our family, and Cathryn liked the story so much she married me!)

By the time we got home, Grandma would be cooking breakfast, and Grandpa always slipped me something under the table—bacon, ham, a piece of toast. I learned to chew silently so that Grandma wouldn't say, "Are you feeding the dog again?" The tone in her voice when I picked up the word "dog" suggested to me that Grandpa and I needed to keep the whole operation quiet.

Bryan threw the ball to Dad. Dad threw it back. Bryan swung the stick again. He hit the ball! Now we were really playing. The ball sailed toward the fence. I ran after it. The goslings ran after me. And then something amazing happened. Something I had never seen before. Brewster ran. He heaved himself up and lumbered across the yard. He wanted the ball! It hit the fence and bounced off, right at him, and he scooped it up!

I loved being with my mother. I loved her closeness and her smell and her warmth. But I knew, deep down, that I should belong to a human family, just like my brothers and sisters. What if I never found my human family? What if nobody wanted me?

All the men in my family were bearded, and most of the women.

The letters of Karl Marx make frequent reference to the violent quarrels between himself and his parents; the letters from Karl's parents complain of his egoism, his lack of consideration for the family, his constant demands for money and his discourtesy in failing to answer most of their letters. MARX

International Communism stood for: 1. the overthrow of capitalism, 2. the abolition of private property, 3. the elimination of the family as a social unit, 4. the abolition of all classes, 5. the overthrow of all governments, and 6. the establishment of a communist order with communal ownership of property in a classless, stateless society.

Their children, now grown up and themselves parents, may visit Punjab less frequently. Many have never been to India and declare themselves to be British Sikhs, though experiences of racial discrimination and harassment make them uneasy about their status and future, so some move to what seems a more receptive North America. Events in India since 1984 have reminded them that Punjab is the Sikh homeland.

In Punjabi culture a girl is paraya dhan – the property of others is the literal meaning of the phrase. Her father, then her husband, is responsible for her. She is never her own person. She is a costly expense to her parents, as a dowry is expected, and after they have spent everything on her the benefit is enjoyed by the family she marries into.

A man marries to have a home, but also because he doesn't want to be bothered with sex and all that sort of thing.

D'you call life a bad job Never We've had our ups and downs, we've had our struggles, we've always been poor, but it's been worth it, ay, worth it a hundred times I say when I look round at my children.

It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.

Each county has usually some family, or personage, supposed to have been favoured or plagued, especially by the phantoms, as the Hackets of Castle Hacket, Galway, who had for their ancestor a fairy, or John-o'-Daly of Lisadell, Sligo, who wrote "Eilleen Aroon

I've never hit a woman in my life. Not even my own mother.

I was just about half-way through my sixth year, when one morning at breakfast we children were informed to our utter dismay that we could no longer be permitted to run absolutely wild

Oh, dry the glistening tear that dues that marshal cheek Thy loving childern here in them thy comfort seek With sympathetic care their arms around the creep, For oh they can not bear to see their father weep