Quotes About Family

I grew up in Bedford, N.Y., and it was close enough to Jones Beach on Long Island that every summer my mother would pack the car for the day, and we would drive to the beach!

I think my mother's and Granny's storytelling had had the same effect upon me when a child, as the reading of books: my mind was stimulated, my creativity encouraged.

My mother and I took over abandoned buildings to sleep in.

I wasn't paraded around for sale at all. My mother wasn't into that.

I think my mother was always worried about me when she was alive.

Our children, two daughters and a son, were born in 1874, 1876, and 1879.

We need to insist on fathers and mothers sharing the care of their offspring as well as the opportunity to enjoy the fulfillment of individual rights.

Here's a thing about the death of your mother, or anyone else you love: You can't anticipate how you'll feel afterward. People will tell you; a few may be close to right, none exactly right.

My mother's mild-eyed sadness looks at me from the eyes of those I love.

Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.

My mother wanted to shrink from my clinging, but did not.

Hatred of the mother is familiar, but the mother's hatred still comes as a surprise.

I think my mother would be very happy if I found a nice Welsh girl.

My mother was very protective of her four boys.

That always seemed to be the most critical test that a child was confronted with - loss of parents, loss of direction, loss of love. Can you live without a mother and a father?

Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.

A pause while my mother made high-pitched sisterly devotions of gratitude.

My daughter is a fantastic travelling companion - she's totally organised, whereas I'm hopeless.

Because everyone is someone's child, every woman seems like someone's mother.

A mother is a story with no beginning. That is what defines her.

I'm not much like my mother; that role falls to my brothers, who have more of her blithe and freewheeling spirit.

Like my mother before me, I have always been a good speller.

Really people only like the food that their mothers make.

I have nine children... and one of them is an invalid. Her mother is obliged to take her away in the winter, and when one bird is off the nest, the other has to go on.