Quotes About Family

Ma, I'm gonna stay home and watch Sid Caesar. THE MOTHER You gonna die without a son. MARTY So I'll die without a son. THE MOTHER Put on your blue suit... MARTY Blue suit, gray suit, I'm still a fat little man. A fat little ugly man.

I'm gonna see an old lady with white hair, like the old ladies inna park, little bundles inna black shawl, waiting for the coffin. I'm fifty-six years old. What am I to do with myself? I have strength in my hands. I wanna cook. I wanna clean. I wanna make dinner for my children. I wanna be of use to somebody. Am I an old dog to lie in fronta the fire till my eyes close? These are terrible years, Theresa! Terrible years!

THE MOTHER Hobby! What can she do? She cooks and she cleans. You gotta have a house to clean. You gotta have children to cook for. These are the terrible years for a woman, the terrible years. THE GIRL You mustn't feel too harshly against her daughter-in-law. She also wants to have a house to clean and a family to cook for. (THE MOTHER darts a quick, sharp look at THE GIRL-then looks back

MARTY and THE GIRL exit into the kitchen. THE MOTHER stands, expressionless, by her chair watching them go. She remains standing rigidly even after the porch door can be heard being opened and shut. The camera moves up to a close-up of THE MOTHER. Her eyes are wide. She is staring straight ahead. There is fear in her eyes.)

What kinda family she come from? There was something about her I don't like. It seems funny, the first time you meet her she comes to your empty house alone. These college girls, they all one step from the streets. (MARTY turns, gowning, to his mother) MARTY What are you talkin' about? She's a nice girl. THE MOTHER I don't like her. MARTY You don't like her? You only met her for two minutes.

VIRGINIA (Practically on the verge of tears) I just can't stand it no more! Every minute of the day! Do this! Do that! I don't have ten minutes alone with my husband! We can't even have a fight! We don't have no privacy! Everybody's miserable in our house! THOMAS All right, Ginnie, don't get so excited. THE MOTHER She's right. She's right.

A whole section of the family tree is pruned and primped and assessed as I politely sit there. Overall, I detect that the tree is fine: its leaves gently turning in the breeze of life. We have no scandal blight, no limb-wrenching storms of fate, no bad apples. I wonder what it is like when the Kennedys sit around for a disk check like this.

In truth, I am a single mother. But I don't feel alone at all in parenting my daughter. Krishna has a whole other side of her family who loves her, too. And so Krishna is parented by me, but also by her grandmother and aunts and cousins and uncles and friends.

I never Tweet about my daughter. Never. I just want to be respectful of her privacy. My job as a mom is to know when to open my mouth and when not to.

Cooking was something women did to nourish and nurture their families, whereas for men it was largely something they did professionally to gain money and status.

My grandfather was a closet feminist. So

There is no doubt that Einstein's pipe was his closest associate, while others--including wife and family--were never permitted the illusion that they would ever be at the center of his life.

Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you're just a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric.

It's hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time. How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own.

Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Borrow. Break. Monopolize the bathroom. Are always underfoot. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there. Defending you against all comers.

I grew up in a family where we weren't allowed to talk about beauty or to put any emphasis on physical appearance.

There is love in these old logs and in RJ's workmanship and I can feel it every time I walk inside. We call such a limited number of relationships love in our lives, but there is always love around us—it's as ubiquitous as oxygen. It lives in the houses where we've slept, the kitchens where we've cooked, in the food we've prepared for the people we love and in the walls we have shaped with our hands.

I see my own mother now, as clearly as I had the day she watched me leave. She should have fought for me, protected me with her life.

You need to do better," Pan Rosenberg said before I could speak. He pointed upward. "Up there, almost no more Jews live." He did not bother to spare me from the truth the way my parents and others had when I was younger. There was no safety in hiding things anymore. "We are the last of our kind and down here we are alive. You owe it to your parents to go on.

Though Dutch, I was considered of Aryan race and my child -- otherwise shamed as uneheliches Kind, conceived out of wedlock -- might just be accepted into the Lebensborn program and raised by a good German family.

I had assumed Herr Neuhoff had taken me in only to help the show, and perhaps as a favor to an old family friend. His kind of courage was boundless, though, and he would not have turned away a person in need, whether a star performer or a simple laborer or a child such as Theo with no skills at all. It was not about the circus or family connections, but human decency.

When you are young, you expect the family you were born into to be yours forever.

most valuable lessons in life: love unconditionally, express your true feelings, respect others' territory, protect the family, get enough sleep, and always keep an eye open for mice!

no, this was what Belle had feared. Mama would insist on coming along and that would spoil everything. She cast a pleading glance at her sisters. "But Mama," Charisma exclaimed, "Grace