Quotes About Family

I attended Sunday School and then church with my father and mother throughout my childhood.

Growing up in Cleveland, I learned about singing from my mother, who had once sung professionally and who admired Mahalia Jackson and Aretha Franklin.

I grew up poor in India, and there were days when we struggled to find food and other basic necessities. Our mother worked odds and ends jobs to keep the family together and educate us.

I know my father and my mother, but beyond that I cannot go. My ancestry is blurred.

Yes. My mother was and still is a Folk Singer. She was very involved in the political movements for Unions and Civil rights. She sang with Pete Seeger among others. My father was an Actor.

My regular life today is reading books, making dolls houses, sewing dolls with my daughter and barbequing.

My mother was dead for five years before I knew that I had loved her very much.

When my mother and my grandmother died three months apart, I knew my world was over.

My mother passed when I was in the third grade, my father when I was in the seventh, and that's when I was shipped to Los Angeles to live with an aunt.

Maybe it's just a daughter's job to piss off her mother.

My mother was a Sunday school teacher. So I am a byproduct of prayer. My mom just kept on praying for her son.

My father was an electrical engineer who worked at Westinghouse in Pittsburgh. When I was growing up, my mother wrote humor columns for the local paper. She was the Erma Bombeck of Murrysville, Pa.

My mother was a not-too-devoted atheist. She went to Episcopal church on Christmas Eve every year, and that was mostly it.

There are things that you cannot talk to your mother and father about, there are things that you cannot talk to your children about.

Out loud I said I had two children. Silently I said three. I always felt like apologizing to her for that.

Mitch Albom, For One More Day

Think of your mother and smile for all of the good precious moments.

When I was a kid, my mother's parenting style teetered between benign neglect and intense bouts of violence.

My father was a schoolteacher and my mother came from a teacher's family.

My mother is a special education teacher but also an artist, and my father an advertising executive. They are about as wacky as you can get without being alcoholics.

I grew up in Queens, in New York City, in a middle class Jewish family. My mother was a public school teacher, my father was a lawyer. They were Democrats - kind of middle-of-the-road democrats.

When my brother called to inform me, on the morning of May 22, 2003, that our mother Caroline Oates had died suddenly of a stroke, it was a shock from which, in a way, I have yet to recover.

Family holidays and weekends are really brightly colored memories, full of my mother and father, rather than our nannies and au pairs.

Every mother and daughter should make time for a trip together. It's good for the soul.