Quotes About Family

All Burundians we spoke to told us they have been materially hurt by the war. The litany of theft and destruction, of forced migration, of education years lost, and of family members and friends killed, is unending. Almost nobody, it seems, whether rural or urban, rich or poor, has not seen their meager assets depleted if not eradicated entirely by the war.

Velma had chunky dark homemade bread or biscuits and a slice of meat or sausage.

NO ROOM IN A HOME should be more important to a couple than their bedroom. Disarray in the master bedroom has more impact on family life, on peace and harmony, on love and respect, and on a relationship than it does in any other room.

My mom came from such humble beginnings and especially my dad as well. He didn't go to university.

Ferit dü?ündü. Hastal?k teyzenin kendisi de?il. Hastal?k namazla Swing aras?nda. Memleketin hastal???.

Felaketimizi ba?ka biriyle taksim etmek saadettir,fakat annelerle de?il,annelerle de?il.Annelere anlat?lan kederler taksim de?il,zarbedilmi? olur: Çocuklar?n?n felaketini iki kat ?iddetle hisseden anneler,bu ?st?raplar?n? çocuklar?na fazlas?yla iade ederler;böylece keder anadan çocu?a ve çocuktan anaya her intikal edi?inde büyüdükçe büyür.

My dad told us up front, 'Guys, if you want to play sports, go ahead, but it's your decision.'

My ideal travel companions are my family.

We're stealing time from those who love us and giving it to those who don't. Our

In 1977 we played America and Europe three times, and Japan - my marriage suffered as a result. My then wife took the kids to Canada to be near her parents.

Larana: No! Father, you can't kill him! Arguron King: Of course I can , my dear! I have minions , and soldiers and lots and lots of pointy – Larana: Argh! No! Arguron King: Oooh! I see! You want to kill him yourself ! How like your dear mother you are! Larana: Father, listen ! I don't want him killed at all ! Arguron King: I… I don't understand what you are saying …

Maslow puts it, "The great lesson from the true mystics . . . [is] that the sacred is in the ordinary, that it is to be found in one's daily life, in one's neighbors, friends, and family, in one's backyard.

You know, what we do know is that there is a high frequency of violence in the home of those who bully.

And like all the people who lost no one, the tourists, who go to New York to cry over the rubble. I want to tell them to go home and hold their children or their lovers or their parents. I want to tell them that they are using that place as an excuse to be sad and afraid when there will be reason enough for that in their own lives if they just wait.

You weren't old enough to appreciate it, but seeing my two dads talking to each other is one of the funniest things ever. You'd think they'd hate each other but it's more like they're in some kind of contest to see who can climb the farthest up the other one's ass.

I never resented you. What I resented was Mom not choosing to spend any of her free time with me. I only wanted to be left alone until I was, if that makes any sense.

La mamma, David e io ci sentivamo come incollati insieme finché non ci fu Em. Lei condivideva il sangue di tutti noi e ci rese una vera famiglia. Lei chiuse una specie di cerchio e quando arrivasti tu, ti ci ponesti proprio nel mezzo. Adesso è diverso. Adesso sembra che noi siamo semplicemente il cerchio senza niente in mezzo.

Era completamente diverso con te ed Em, vi teneva sempre in braccio, parlava con voi come foste adulte. Non vado matta per queste cose e gli voglio bene tuttora, ma quando mi abbraccia è diverso da quando lo fa papà. Il mio vero papà è un disastro, ma ogni suo abbraccio mi fa sentire come se non volesse mai lasciarmi andare. Con David sembra sempre che stia domandandosi quando è il momento di lasciarmi andare.

Voglio dire loro di andarsene a casa e abbracciare i loro bambini, o i loro innamorati, o i loro genitori. Devono sapere che stanno usando quel luogo come una scusa per essere tristi e impauriti, senza rendersi conto che nella loro vita non mancheranno le ragioni per esserlo: basta solo aspettare

Richard had been smoking pot steadily from the time he was ten. His siblings were always lighting up joints in the house, and Richard was quick to pick up the habit. It made him feel grown up. Pot was cheap in El Paso and easy to come by.

Robert still lives in Morenci, Arizona, working in its mines. He is divorced now and sees his two daughters on weekends. When he can, he drives to El Paso to see his mother and his siblings. He has stopped using drugs and avoids trouble at all costs.

Cousin Mike, the person most people believe put Richard on the path he traveled, died of a massive heart attack in April of 1995. He was overweight and still haunted by the ghosts of things he'd done in Vietnam, regularly using heroin. The Army gave Mike a hero's burial with a twenty-one-gun salute.

Thursday, June 27th of 1996, Richard Ramirez was moved out of the adjustment center to San Quentin's East block, "Death Row," where he would be allowed regular "contact visits" with his family and friends—the first since he'd been arrested.

For the last few years Richard had been mailing Ruth costume jewelry, which he'd told her he'd bought from some fence. Ruth kept it all in a box in the garage. Despite the accusations that her brother was a thief, it had never occurred to her that the jewelry might be stolen and she should hide it.