Quotes About Family

When I was younger, I wasn't concentrating on good days. I was managing a career and trying to have a good year. It would always 'lead' to something, which never leads to anything except death, where everything leads to. And then as I got older, and then I had my kids and everything, I began to appreciate a great Wednesday.

Mother died today, or maybe it was yesterday.

My dad was great. He was very droll, very dry.

Make your home as comfortable and attractive as possible and then get on with living.

Muy sensible es la reacción de una comunidad de chimpancés en una jaula cuando un miembro de la familia toma LSD. Aunque en el propio animal no puedan comprobarse cambios, toda la jaula se alborota, porque el chimpancé con LSD aparentemente deja de cumplir con precisión las leyes del muy sutil orden jerárquico familiar.

As might be supposed, my parents were quite poor, but we somehow never seemed to lack anything we needed, and I never saw a trace of discontent or a failure in cheerfulness over their lot in life, as indeed over anything.

For my wife, Mozelle, who, honeysuckle-fairytale downhome girl that she is, was, as the old folks used to say, born knowing.

If it's a freak to be the only puppy in a litter," answered the Mistress, refusing to part with her enthusiasm over the miracle, "then this one ought to bring us luck. Let's call him 'Bruce.' You remember, the original Bruce won because of the mystic number, seven. This Bruce has got to make up to us for the seven puppies that weren't born. See how proud she is of him! Isn't she a sweet little mother?

In those days, Lad was the only Sunnybank collie permitted in the dining-room. Whether the family was eating alone or with a roomful of guests, the great collie's place was always on the floor, close to the left of the Master's chair, during meals. This to the stumbling discomfort of the servants, in passing things; but as the servants idolized the dog, there was no complaint.

Link's father had had an inborn hatred of dogs. He would not allow one on the place. His overt excuse was that they killed sheep and worried cattle, and that he could not afford to risk the well-being of his scanty hoard of stock. Thus, Link had grown to manhood with no dog at his heels, and without knowing the normal human's love for canine chumship.

Gently, the Master called him downstairs and across the living room, and put him out of the house. For, after all, a shaggy eighty-pound dog is an inconvenience stretched across a sickroom doorsill. Three minutes later, Lad had made his way through an open window into the cellar and thence upstairs; and was stretched out, head between paws, at the threshold of the Mistress' room.

But it was not just my grandmother there waiting for her husband to come home happy or dead. The side stories of revolution were there in Tapachula, a whole town of displaced people put on hold, taken out of time, not so different from the Nogales in which I was raised . . . . they were towns next to countries, but inside countries as well.

His bread incident was just like my own story of getting run over. I didn't get hurt, exactly, though I did get to see the underside of something I thought I knew but I didn't. My father and I, in our turn, got to see something new in the middle of what was absolutely familiar, which is the hardest place to see it. Neither of us ever forgot.

There will be a time when we all get old, have kids, and all we do is work, so the only thing we are going to have are the memories we shared on the life we lived together.

Ved cómo el odio y las luchas entre familias a nada conducen, más que al miedo, la locura y la muerte y cierto es que en muchos años que combatí junto a los míos contra nuestros eternos enemigos […], jamás vi nada bueno que lo justificase, porqué las rapiñas de unos con las rapiñas de otros se pagan, y los muertos de cada bando no tienen precio, sino que como una cadena van arrastrando nuevos muertos.

There is a significant moral difference between a person who commits a violent crime and a person who tries to cross a border illegally in order to put food on the family table. Such migrants may violate our laws against illicit entry, but if that's all they do then they are trespassers, not criminals. They deserve to have their dignity respected.

Non mi sconvolge che metta su famiglia della gente platealmente handicappata, minorata e deficiente, mi turba che la metta su della gente apparentemente sana.

Debo repetir por milésima vez que mis padres se esmeraron en arruinarme. Y lo lograron.

It's a very powerful neurosis—to not know where one came from and not love what one was. The family tree is what one was. It's important to recognize it head-on and love it.

Los sufrimientos familiares, como eslabones de una cadena, se repiten de generación en generación, hasta que un descendiente en este caso, quizas tu, se hace consciente y convierte su maldición en bendición.

Los sufrimientos familiares, como eslabones de una cadena, se repiten de generación en generación, hasta que un descendiente en este caso, quizás tú, se hace consciente y convierte su maldición en bendición

Solas? —pregunta a nadie. Pasan unos segundos. El mar rompe ahora con más fuerza contra las rocas, más abajo. Mamá habla de nuevo sin girarse. Al mar. A Helena. —Enfermas sí. Desquiciadas también. Y rotas. Los cirros se deslizan sobre el solo poniente. La luz es naranja, granate, preciosa. —Solas no. Al menos hasta que yo muera, niñas. No quiero volver a oíros decir eso nunca más. A ninguna. Nunca —termina con firmeza.

Por eso, ser familia es serlo también de nuestros vivos y de nuestros muertos, de los recuerdos, de lo que pudo ser y no fue y de las conversaciones que quedaron en el aire y que repetimos en voz alta cuando estamos solos, invocando la cercanía de los que se fueron antes.

Por qué será que en esta familia nunca nos decimos las cosas que realmente importan?