Quotes About Family

No father knows that he is carrying his son up the stairs for the final time

laughed with him over black coffee, cried with him over yellowing pictures, talked greenly about having kids of her own

But I do not do these things because we are a family. I do them because they are common decencies. That is an idiom that the hero taught me. I do them because I am not a big fucking asshole.

Jonathan Safran Foer

When I was your age, my grandfather bought me a ruby bracelet. It was too big for me and would slide up and down my arm. It was almost a necklace. He later told me that he had asked the jeweller to make it that way. Its size was supposed to be a symbol of his love. More rubies, more love. But I could not wear it comfortably. I could not wear it at all. So here is the point of everything I have been trying to say. If I were to give a bracelet to you, now, I would measure your wrist twice.

Every time I left our apartment to go searching for the lock, I became a little lighter, because I was getting closer to Dad. But I also became a little heavier, because I was getting farther from Mom.

She presents food and drink to customers there, and says to me, "I mount the autobus for an hour to work all day doing things I hate. You want to know why? It is for you, Alexi-stop-spleening-me! One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be a family.

In familia mea, tata este campion mondial la inchis discutii.

Si-a lasat familia de izbeliste. Mi-am scris expresia pe creier.

I parenti sono le persone con cui mai bisogna avere vergogna. Sbagli, I parenti sono le persone che ti fanno sentire la vergogna quando te lo meriti.

She had been married to your father for twelve years. I had known her for fifteen years. It was the first time she told me she loved me.

Jonathan Safran Foer

Zij sprak openhartig over de mishandelingen door haar vader, en liet hem de beurse plekken zien die zelfs een huid niet kan vertonen.

The longer your mother and I lived together, the more we took each other's assumptions for granted, the less was said, the more misunderstood.

there's going to come a time when we won't speak for days on end." "There won't." "There will. Every parent thinks it will never happen to them, but it happens to everyone.

She went home with her father, the center of me followed her, but I was left with the shell of me.

Ci promise che tutto sarebbe andato bene. Anche se ero una bambina sapevo che non sarebbe andato così. Ma questo non faceva di mio padre un bugiardo. Faceva di lui mio padre.

My family cares very much about caring for him, but not enough to actually care.

Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss.

and that's only because I'm older than you. Parents are always more knowledgeable than their children, and children are always smarter than their parents.

Grandfather and I did not utter words pending the drive, which is not abnormal, because we have never uttered multitudinous words. I made efforts not to spleen him, but nonetheless did. For one example, I forgot to examine the map, and we missed our entrance to the superway. "Please do not punch me," I said, "but I made a miniature error with the map." Grandfather kicked the stop pedal, and my face gave a high-five to the front window.

Un giorno farai per me cose che hai in odio. E' questo che vuol dire essere una famiglia.

When the three of us, the three men named Alex, gathered in Father's house that night to converse the journey, Grandfather said, I do not want to do it. I am retarded, and I did not become a retarded person in order to have to perform shit such as this. I am done with it.

What Jacob really thought: his father was an ignorant, narcissistic, self-righteous pig, too anal-retentive and pussy-whipped to grasp the extreme reaches of his hypocrisy, emotional impotence, and mental infancy. "So we're in agreement, then?" "No." "So we're agreed?" "No." "I'm glad you agree with me." But there were arguments for forgiving him, too. There were. Good ones. Beautiful intentions. Wounds.