Quotes About Family

She especially yearned for her son. She could glean little news of him

The exchange turned the Hepburns into powerful border lords.

James's first letter to his mother appears to have been written as late as March 1585, when he was eighteen.

the queen my good sister coming of the brother, and I of the sister.

The Guises were one of the most powerful noble families in France.

Mary happily reunited with her mother, watching it all from a blue and gold viewing pavilion on the west bank of the Seine.

His two infant sons had died the previous year

Mary was betrayed by her own family, who failed to give her the benefit of the doubt.

By acquiescing in the treaty of Edinburgh, her uncles had betrayed her.

Satan wants to claim our souls and those of our children. He want our marriages and our families to fail. He wants darkness to reign. Despite thise, we needn't worry or back away from our duty to our family (present or future), our community, or others, for God will always support and bless us in our honest efforts t odo His will. He wants us to suceed more than Satan wants us to fail- and God is always more powerful.

Hill, My uncle was a little put out

Every evening my wife makes us martinis and we talk about our days as I cook dinner and our children ignore us. It is a great pleasure in our lives: this rediscovering of each other as our children age. It is our indulgence.

I love my father. It's not his fault that he made up a fear and, in order to make it feel more real to him, gave it to me. I was obviously built to receive it.

As a father now myself, it's sobering to think about how the smallest comments will ripple through your children's lives, with some leaving permanent warps. I must console myself in the certainty that I am helping them and damaging them in other ways I cannot see.

I am from Brookline, Massachusetts, but I was technically born in a hospital in Cambridge. So now you have a critical answer to many of my internet security questions. And as this book is about being honest with you for once, I will also tell you that my mother's maiden name was Callahan. Enjoy my Amazon Prime account and all my money.

And you are forced to say, No. I have to get back to my family. This is the most convenient time for me to have him poisoned. And you know you are a monster after all, a sick animal that no one has the decency to put down.

I enjoy being seen and recognized. So many people go through life without being seen or recognized at all, not even by their own families. So I know what a gift it is.

I love my father. It's not his fault that he made up a fear and, in order to make it feel more real to him, gave it to me. I was obviously built to receive it. As a father now myself, it's sobering to think about how the smallest comments will ripple through your children's lives, with some leaving permanent warps.

The author meets an African-American who observes that his fellows who begin with aspirations to a good education, solid career, and the raising of a family slowly lose that incentive. Even those who have a college education, he observes, need to take menial jobs and begin to look for excitement in less productive places.

Ever since the Christmas of '53, I have felt that the yuletide is a special hell for those families who have suffered any loss or who must admit to any imperfection; the so-called spirit of giving can be as greedy as receiving--Christmas is our time to be aware of what we lack, of who's not home.

The history of a city was like the history of a family—there is closeness and even affection, but death eventually separates everyone from each other. It is only the vividness of memory that keeps the dead alive forever; a writer's job is to imagine everything so personally that the fiction is as vivid as our personal memories.

When Jack Burns needed to hold his mother's hand, his fingers could see in the dark.

She felt detached from her family, and thought it strange how they had lavished so much attention on her, as a child, and then at some appointed, prearranged time they seemed to stop the flow of affection and being the expectations - as if, for a brief phrase, you were expected to absorb love (and get enough), and then, for a much longer and more serious phase, you were expected to fulfill certain obligations.

No touching Baby Jesus." "But we're his parents!" proclaimed Mary Beth, who was being generous to include poor Joseph under this appellation. "Mary Beth," Barb Wiggin said, "if you touch the Baby Jesus, I'm putting you in a cow costume.