Quotes About Family

Learning of my father's passing at age 55 not only shattered the world, far from home, that had become my reality, but catapulted my childhood and relationship with family - which had felt like another lifetime - into the present.

I do want to be a mother. I like the idea of passing on what my mother passed on to me.

I write about what happens in my life - and my dad's passing was a huge blow to me.

People that don't know Owen Hart or just know his passing... what a great guy above anything - a family man, father, husband - but he had more integrity in his pinky than most people had in their entire body.

The passing of my accountant, Mary Coleman, who was the first person I shouted out on 'In Memory of...' was particularly devastating for me. She was beyond my accountant. She was my mother away from home.

With my dad it was a short time between him getting ill and passing. He got ill first and he took a turn for the worse very quickly, within days.

Amy Cahill didn't believe in omens. But black snow was falling, the earth was rumbling beneath her feet, her brother was meowing, and her uncle Alistair was prancing on the beach in pink pajamas. She had to admit, the signs were not promising.

The boy smiled -- mostly at Amy. "Sorry, her heart belongs to Ian Kabra," Dan said, except that something in her expression made him realize her heart didn't belong at all to Ian right now.

Daniello, you do not like the bread? Eat! ... per favore, have some pasticcio di gnocchi alla boscaiola! " "As long as you don't ask me to repeat the name," Dan replied. Luna Amato chuckled. "Charming boy." "Handsome, too," Dan said.

How do you know, Dan? You were so young when they died. Do you really remember them?" "Not in my mind," Dan replied, gazing at the passing scenery. "But everyplace else...

When we grow up," she said, "we'll have amazing families. Our dens will be better than this. Your kids and my kids will play together in a humongous room with every kind of toy and game." "Except I won't have kids," Dan said. "I'll come over myself and play...

I find happiness comes from numerous sources in my life. Most often, the happy moments I cherish most are quiet moments with my wife and family back home in Nova Scotia.

Dodie: "Mama, Jamie's up on the hill and he's f***g a goat!" Mama: "Well, it's Jamie's goat, ain't it?" -Peter Manso illustrates the brash wit pervasive in the Brando family with this exchange between Dodie Brando, Marlon's mother, and her mother in-law.

The modern challenge to motherhood is the eternal challenge--that of being a godly woman. The very phrase sounds strange in our ears. We never hear it now. We hear about every other type of women: beautiful women, smart women, sophisticated women, career women, talented women, divorced women. But so seldom to we hear of a godly woman--or of a godly man either, for that matter. I believe women come nearer to fulfilling their God-given function in the home than anywhere else.

It is a much nobler thing to be a good wife than to be Miss America. It is a greater achievement to establish a Christian home than it is to produce a second-rate novel filled with filth.

Many of the things which shape our subconscious come from our environment—from the behaviour of family, friends, peers and from others in all the rest of our society. This general shaping influence is what directs our energies and inclinations towards activities and ideas of which our micro- and macro-societies "approve". They are, behaviourally speaking, positively reinforced.

In the same way, a Mother is just a woman until something happens—a child appears, or a member of the family becomes sick—which triggers the Mother-nurturer predisposition. Although some predispositions—like the two I just mentioned—are typically associated with a particular gender

You mean..." Billy exclaimed at last, "you mean..." – his voice rose high and clear – "you mean..." – and he jumped to his feet, and standing there under the giant trees, pointed at himself, a small outraged boy named William Martin Quarrier, aged eight: "You mean I just came crashing down into Ma's under-pants?

Back in the old days it was considered normal to hand your two-month old baby to a nanny or some local lady with a houseful of brats. At the most, people kept a child until pre-school and sometimes pre-pre-school if there was a government program in place—Head Start or some such that did little besides destroying the concept of motherhood.

I know virtually no one of my age who can remember a hug, or a smile from their father, or a 'Let's go play football.'

My mom is a very warm, typical sort of Jewish-mother type. And my dad has a somewhat, um, different personality.

Luca loved his family and friends, his town and country; he loved his work, but it was cycling that kept him alive. It was as essential to him as breathing.

This will be so much better," Miss Jean Bauer says with her hand on my shoulder. "Caroline will be able to start school in a month and a half and get back to having a regular education like any child here in Oregon." "Yes,

Daughter, "Daddy, do rice and beans really make you grow big and strong?" Dad, "Yes." Daughter,"Are you sure?" Dad,"Yes." Daughter, "Then why are you so short?