Quotes About Family

I) realize that maybe my daughter did miss out on a big family life as an only child, but what she got instead was just as valuable. How many girls have an honorary aunt like Iva Lou? Sometimes what we don't get in this life makes way for something even better.

miss my mother." She dried her tears on her handkerchief. "You never get over the loss. The

Two families—one side wears tuxedos and holds a gas can, the other wears a frilly gown and holds a match.

You're a drunk, and it's no wonder your husband stays in West Virginia.

Adriana Trigiani

I realize now that a happy mother might very well make a joyful child.

What's a true Italian?" "He loved his family and he loved beauty. For a true Italian, those are the only two things that matter, because in the end that's what sustains you.

I listen while my brothers-in-law and father talk college football, as always, the chatter loops around to Notre Dame, and will the Fighting Irish place in the polls this year. The number of the year may change, the children may get older, and we may add in a new baby or spouse here and there, but every autumn, and everything Thanksgiving, the talk turns to Notre Dame football and will they or won't they.

I would look back on my parents' generosity and understand it one day. There isn't anything a parent won't do for her child. There is no limit on love.

She thought about Ciro and how she'd loved him from the first moment she saw him, and how tradition, properly cared for, nurtured, honored, and respected, continues to feed the soul of a family. Antonio

Adriana Trigiani

tradition, properly cared for, nurtured, honored, and respected, continues to feed the soul of a family.

still miss my mother. Isn't it funny? You forget plenty, but never your mother.

Maybe you shouldn't blame anyone, but accept that this is your sister's story, and the ending belongs to her.

A son is a son till he marries a wife; a daughter's a daughter the rest of her life.

Eventually, their differences brought them unhappiness, her aunt explained. It was then that her mother confided, "When you marry a man from your own village, you know how he salts his food.

Who would tell the story of the elephant when she was gone? A family was only as strong as their stories.

Elizabeth chuckled. Sometimes seeing a kid suffer the indignity of having to work gave parents a secret joy.

The man who buries his house in the sand and digs it up again, each evening, learns to put it together quickly and just as quickly to take it apart. My parents sleep like children in the dark. I am too far to hear them breathe

My parents sleep like children in the dark I am too far to hear them breathe

after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us. That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.

I loved my brother, but relying on him was like closing a hand around air.

That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother's palm and fingertips, he was also removing all traces of any tiny leftover parts, and suddenly a ritual which I'd always found incestuous and gross seemed to me more like a desperate act on Joseph's part to get out, to leave, to extract every little last remnant and bring it into open air.

Rose,sensing her mother's distress...She did not face me, but I could feel the vibration of tears, a kind of pain hive,rustling inside her.