Quotes About Family

My dad always taught me 'have a plan stick to it', so here we had a plan and we stuck to it, all the family found it easier to do that.

Mom isn't content taking a stroll down memory lane. She's bought a condo and spends half the year there.

Mom recognizes only two sources of wisdom -- the bible and Hallmark.

Just because a woman is good at something doesn't necessarily mean it's what she should do in life. If that were the case most of the women in the Belle family would be hookers.

You get prettier every day, don't you?" Red said, as he spun the stool. No one called Angela's little girl by her real name. No one could spit it out. Angela had found the name in the family Bible. Apparently, it wanted to stay there. "She's cute as a Dixie cup," Willie said from the service window. "Are you my little Dixie cup?" Red asked, giving her nose a tap. Clapping her hands, the child giggled and squealed. And just like that, Aubrette Orianna Belle was christened Dixie.

An Gorta Mor, she said. In the famine children saw their parents die and then went to live with the people on the other side. In their minds they went. When they came back they were unfinished. They are forever falling. She shook out her wet, pinned-up skirt and watched as Johanna carefully ate pieces of bacon with her hands.

your husbands having been both of old Georgia State regiments would be true to their comrades and so it was fate and the Will of the Almighty had led you all to go back to Georgia to fight in the War and thus into the heart of the Burning but considering what has occurred to other families we return thanks for our dear ones who are still with us. I know travel is extremely difficult at present but once you are here things will be better.

La familia que existe en la cabeza de las personas es más importante que la que se registra en su libreta de tomador del censo...La experiencia de la inmigración proporciona una visión especial sobre cómo las personas aprenden a prescindir de aquello a que estaban acostumbradas para poder adoptar lo nuevo.

Down the corridor, the staircase was decorated with paintings of them all, her and Mum and Grandad and countless other similar faces that stared out at her and reminded her, as she climbed down the stairs, that men and women may come and go, be born and die, but the family goes on and stays the same forever.

He had been accompanied by his father and the family solicitor who, between them, had made the boy sound so mild mannered that it made Clark Kent sound like Rambo.

Tatiana, I love you. Do you hear me? I love you like I've never loved anyone in my whole life. Now, get up. For me, Tatia. For me, please get up and go take care of your sister. Go on. And I'll take care of you." His lips kissed her cheek.

Through the haze in front of her she heard Alexander's voice, "Tatiana, I love you. Do you hear me? I love you like I've never loved anyone in my whole life. Now, get up. For me, Tatia. For me, please get up and go take care of your sister. Go on. And I'll take care of you." His lips kissed her cheek.

You want to know what I thought of in that boat? I thought, I have to stay alive. Tatiasha will never forgive me.

Just a breath ago, an eighteen-year-old nurse was bending over Rebecca's father's father, a wounded soldier in a Soviet hospital, saying, yes, Shura, we are going to have a baby.

Shura," she whispered. "I'm going to have a baby." At first she didn't think Alexander heard her, he was mute so long. "You what?" he said in horror. "I'm going to have a baby," she mouthed, her shoulders quaking, her swollen lips quivering.

Never forget where you came from, Gina Attaviano, Alessandro said to her before he died. Then it will always be easy.

He heard bombs exploding like fireworks, and as if in a dream his father's face flashed before him, wanting to know what Alexander was doing near death's door before it was his time. He said, "Dad, I'm going for her.

Simply, this is what she believed: she believed that the universe showed each of us certain things, that it made certain things open. Many people lived a peace life with nothing ever happening to them. But into some families other things fell. Some families were afflicted with random tragedies - car accidents, plane accidents, hang gliding accidents, bus crashes, knifing, drownings, scarves getting caught under the wheels of their Rolls Royces, breaking their necks.

They came with their children, for no one left the children behind - it was for the children they had come, wanting to give them the halls of American, the streets, the seasons, the New York of America.

Alexander shows Anthony how he crouches and she climbs on his shoulders; he straightens up, holding on to her hands and then lets go, and she also straightens up and balances, standing on top of his shoulders for a long moment before pushing off his trapezoid in a nearly perfect, splashless forward dive. Mom, says Anthony, looking impressed, where did you and Dad learn to do that? And Dad, glancing at Mom in the water, says, Lazarevo.

Tatiana heard Alexander say, "Don't bother with shots. Pour mine straight into a glass." "Good man," said Papa, pouring him a glass.

Get married...? I...? And yet why not! Of course it wont be easy sailing, but what of that? I'm young and strong, and content to labor hard and long. You'll build us soon, if not tomorrow, a simple nest for sweet repose. And I'll keep you free of sorrow, and in a year or two who knows! You may obtain a snug position, and it shall be my mission, to tend and rear your children, so we may live and forever be one. Till death us sever, and grandsons lay us both to rest.

What, what? What do you need, son?" Alexander kept saying. Anthony's only arm was around his father's shoulder. "A fucking cigarette.

Are you worried? About moving to Russia?" She smiled. "No, mio caro figlio. I'm not worried either." She kissed him. "My lovely, living boy," she said, kissing him between each word. "My hope"—kiss—"my happiness"—kiss—"my love, my life, my joy." Kiss, kiss, kiss.