Quotes About Family

Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass--the earth--into the second--eternity.

But marrying within one's own family can get monotonous. One has heard all the same family stories, knows all the jokes and all the same recipes. No novelty.

There was some reason to call Pole heartless. His blood ran thinly in an effete body; no human emotion was urgent in him, neither love of family nor of country, and certainly not of women. But now he was forced to remember that his mother was also a woman, and to realize that her fate had lain at his door.

In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.

It was in an atomiser, and she used to squirt it around her bedroom after she had finished a cigarette. On these occasions, my mother always said, "Do you think we are teaching the child deception?" And Aunt Edna always replied , "No, just self-preservation.

Above the town, on the hill brow, the stone angel used to stand. I wonder if she stands there yet, in memory of her who relinquished her feeble ghost as I gained my stubborn one, my mother's angel that my father bought in pride to mark her bones and proclaim his dynasty, as he fancied, forever and a day.

I have many weaknesses, and among them is a stubborn determination to keep all my children close to me. I think it stems from the years I had to spend in warfare, when I scarcely saw them at all.

Cosa vuol dire amare, figlia mia? Tu lo sai? Amare per me fu tenere il respiro di Italia nelle braccia e accorgermi che ogni altro rumore si era spento. Sono un medico, so riconoscere le pulsazioni del mio cuore, sempre, anche quando non voglio. Te lo giuro, Angela, era di Italia il cuore che batteva dentro di me.

Why did you marry Dad, Mom?" My mother sniffled through her nose, looked at me, then smiled. "I wanted something more and he was it. We both had big dreams." "That must have taken a lot of courage," I said. "To marry Dad. He was so different from you." "It was hardly courageous. It was just the only thing to do. We were in love.

She loved him, even though it was so hard to love anybody else after loving my dad. I think I knew this before she did.

He (Friedrich Engel de Jánosis) stated clearly that he was the last Engel de Jánosis, when in fact he knew he was not. He left behind his mother, wife, and daughter, all of them Engel de Jánosis. And then there were the Hungarian Engel de Jánosis, his aunts, uncles, cousins still alive in Pécs and in other towns and villages in Hungary. He knew this. They were not dead, not yet anyway, but in his mind, they were. Already, the historian was rewriting history.

It starts with the father. But for me, it started with my mother. My mother and her secrets.

Look at me. You are the first person to ask about him. Do you understand? No one has ever asked about this man, your relative, Richard. No one has called him down. No one ever printed out his name. You are responsible now. You must remember him in order to honor him.

Fathers are biological necessities, but social accidents.

No matter how many communes anybody invents, the family always creeps back.

Everyone needs to have access both to grandparents and grandchildren in order to be a full human being.

Nobody has ever before asked the nuclear family to live all by itself in a box the way we do. With no relatives, no support, we've put it in an impossible situation.

Sisters is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.

Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.

Mothers are a biological necessity; fathers are a social invention.

One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't come home at night.

A thousand times today I've started to open my mouth, started to squeak out, "Can you tell me...? But then I'd look into the front seat, at my mother's silent shaking, my father's grim profile, the mournful bags under his eyes, and all the questions I might ask seemed abusive. Assault and battery, a question mark used like a club. My parents are old and fragile. I'd have to heartless to want to hurt them.

I don't know what you two are up to," Hobart said. "But you be careful now, you hear? Don't do anything I wouldn't do." "Well now, that doesn't restrict us very much, does it?" Mark teased back.

They had a saying: An Arab loves in the order of: his son, his camel, and his wife - but there were times when one was allowed to take precedence over the other!