Quotes About Family

Holy Saturday is the time to remember family and the faithful who have died as we await the Resurrection, or to honour the martyrs who have given their lives to the cause of Christ in the world. Holy Saturday is a time for reflection and waiting, a time of weeping that lasts for the night while awaiting the joy that comes at Easter.

Lent is not just a period of repentance, it is an opportunity for repentance, a period that reminds us of our daily duties towards holiness as a global family.

Life increases with the presence of children . They add colors and give us new reasons to live.

Life is precious and the people in your life who love you should be cherished and not taken for granted. Spread the love, free your mind of negativity, and inhale positivity.

Don't ignore everything or everybody in your life, some are blessings in disguise. Especially family, friends and people who truly need help that you can provide.

Do everything in your power for the happiness of your loved ones but never lose yourself in the process.

Family, Friends, a Free Will, the desire to have Fun whilst taking the Fall - those are Four essential ingredients to spice up a successful life.

As we grow older, life becomes simpler, we just enjoy the present moments with the ones we love. We just love eating, chatting and laughing together. Thank God some things never change and remain true for life.

Spend your time with the people who matter most.

Nightmares end, but they don't have to end who you are. Look at your friends and family and tell me things aren't going to get better. I dare you.

No matter how cold and distant people may become, on the inside something warm and precious always remains, something that never changes. To me, thats what family is like.

I had stood beside my father's light. I had held Aeëtes in my arms, and my bed was heaped with thick-wooled blankets woven by immortal hands. But it was not until that moment that I think I had ever been warm.

In those days, my mother was in an especial ill humor. My father had begun to prefer his draughts to her, and her venom over it fell to me.

We are not our blood

He had more stories of his son from a single year, I thought, than my father had of me in all eternity.

If I do this thing," he said, "it is the last I will ever do for you. Do not come begging again." "Father," I said, "I never will. I leave this place tomorrow." He would not ask where, he would not even wonder. So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.

A bitter paradox, I thought: to keep his son he had to lose him.

she was claiming him. We all did. It was proper for a son to greet his father first; mothers came second, if at all. But she was a goddess.

I touched my hand to my belly. Your father said once that he wanted more children, but that is not why you live. You are for me.

She hated our family? She had always seemed to me their distillation, a glittering monument to our blood's vain cruelty. Yet it was true what she said: nymphs were allowed to work only through the power of others. They could expect none for themselves.

How often in those days did I think of Odysseus' smiling child? I tried his trick, along with all the rest. Held my son's floppy body up into the air, promised him he was safe. He only screamed louder. Whatever made the prince Telemachus so sweet, I thought, it must have come from Penelope. This was the child I deserved.

After I was born, he tried to keep me inside as much as he could.

I did not mind the emptiness either. For a thousand years I had tried to fill the space between myself and my family. Filling the rooms of my house was easy by comparison.

You have always been the worst of my children," he said. "Be sure you do not dishonor me." "I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out." His body was rigid with wrath. He looked as though he had swallowed a stone, and it choked him. "Give Mother my greetings," I said. His jaw bit down and he was gone.