Quotes About Family

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy stern And half at one another's throats.

My mother carried on and supported us her ambition had been to write poetry and songs.

I say, Father, the years have brought me here, still your son, they have brought me to a life I cannot understand.

Alf then told John he must choose between going with Mummy or staying with Daddy. If you want to tear a small child in two, there is no better way.

Cattle die, kindred die, we ourselves shall die, but I know one thing that never dies: the reputations of each one dead.

Uncle knows best.

Ni känner väl till släkten Pennyroyals motto: 'När det hettar till gömmer sig förståndigt folk under stora möbler'?

The closest she had been to them was certain summer evenings when they had gone for picnics in the magravine's ice-barge -- simple family affairs, just Freya and Mama and Papa and about seventy servants and courtiers

Doctor Spielvogel, this is my life, my only life, and I'm living it in the middle of a Jewish joke! I am the son in the Jewish joke—only it ain't no joke!

A Jewish man with parents alive is a fifteen-year-old boy, and will remain a fifteen-year-old boy till they die!

A Jewish man with parents alive is a fifteen-year-old boy, and will remain a fifteen-year-old boy until they die!

Again, one man loses by death a much-loved1359 son; another has a reprobate son alive; both equally to be pitied, though the one mourns over the death, the other over the life, of his boy.

To be fair to my dad, he is one of the brightest men I've ever met.

Philip Seymour Hoffman

his youngest child, a four-year-old girl whom he adored, had suddenly fallen ill and lay dying.

In a nutshell, the Bible from Genesis 3 to Revelation 22 tells the story of a God reckless with desire to get his family back.

He loved his family, his friends, his writing, his painting; he knew their flaws, but they neither surprised nor embittered him.

She had responded to the loss of her husband, to poverty, to disease, and to family cruelty with boldness and ingenuity, by opening herself to others, especially to her children and her Church, pouring into these precious vessels her knowledge, hope, and devotion.

My early childhood prepared me to be a social psychologist. I grew up in a South Bronx ghetto in a very poor family. From Sicilian origin, I was the first person in my family to complete high school, let alone go to college.

He is my brother. She is my sister. Come what will, they are my kin.

I was born to be your rival,' she [Anne] said simply. 'And you mine. We're sisters, aren't we?

a sense of not belonging is something one inherits.

I wonder if it's cold fathers who make the sensitive sons.

The reunions are always joyous and the good byes bittersweet, everyone regretting they have so little time together. Thomas says that he doesn't know Vilalba very well because they usually just stay at the house for endless conversations, punctuated by laughter and complaints, long lunches and drawn-out dinners. He says that for him Spain is just people in his family who love one another, who eat and drink and cut each other off in conversation until night falls.