Quotes About Family

Don't forget to tell Pedrico the head is his.

It must be very nice to have a daughter. You cannot know how nice it is. It is like a second wife. My wife knows now all I think, all I say, all I believe, all I can do, all that I cannot do and cannot be. But now there is always someone you do not know, who does not know you, who loves you in ignorance and is strange to you both. Some one very attractive that is yours and not yours...

For a part of a day it would be pleasant to have the house neat and to think alone and read without hearing other people talk and look at things without speaking of them and work properly without interruption and then he knew the loneliness would start. The three boys had moved into a big part of him again that, when they moved out, would be empty and it would be very bad for a while.

It was good to be in bed, sheets, stretching out full length, dipping his head in the pillow. Good in bed, comfortable, happy, fishing tomorrow, he prayed as he always prayed when he remembered it, for the family, himself, to be a great writer, Kate, the men, Odgar, for good fishing, poor old Odgar, poor old Odgar, sleeping up there at the cottage, maybe not sleeping, maybe not sleeping all night. Still there wasn't anything you could do, not a thing.

But why did I ever leave Tom's mother in the first place? You'd better not think about that, he told himself.

If a man liked his friend's painting or writing, I thought it was probably like those people who like their families, and it was not polite to criticize them.

Wilson looked at them both. If a four-letter man marries a five-letter woman, he was thinking, what number of letters would their children be?

In the chair, watching the fire and thinking of Pop and how sad it was that he was not immortal, and how happy I was that he had been able to be with us so much, that we'd been lucky enough to have three or four things together that were like the Old Days along with just the happiness of being together and talking and joking, I fell asleep.

I feel better about him now," young Tom said. "You know at school somebody said David was my half brother, not my real brother, and I told him we didn't have half brothers in our family. I wish I didn't worry so much though, papa.

Mary's extremely nice cousin had given us two small square sacking-covered pillows filled with balsam needles. I always slept with mine under my neck or, if I slept on my side, with my ear on it. It was the smell of Michigan when I was a boy and I wished I could have had a sweet-grass basket to keep it in when we traveled and to have under the mosquito net in the bed at night.

Pero incluso cuando uno ha aprendido a no mirar a las familias ni escucharlas ni contestar a las cartas, la familia encuentra algún modo de hacerse peligrosa.

porque yo guardaba la boca callada cuando algo no me gustaba. Si a una persona le gustaban las pinturas o los escritos de sus amigos, yo lo miraba como algo parecido a lo de la gente que quiere a su familia, y es descortés criticársela. A veces, uno puede pasar mucho tiempo antes de tomar una actitud crítica ante su propia familia, la de sangre o la política.

I had no feeling for him. He did not seem to have anything to do with me. I felt no feeling of fatherhood.

I'm thirty-four, you know. I'm not going to be one of these bitches that ruins children.

Onde iremos viver depois da guerra? - Provavelmente num asilo de velhos - disse ela. - Durante três anos esperei infantilmente que a guerra acabasse no Natal. Mas agora não espero já o fim dela senão para quando o nosso filho for major. ------ Henry e Catherine in O Adeus Às Armas, Ernest Hemingway

Tell Nannan I walked.

To acknowledge, to accept, and to forgive one's parents - both what they gave and what they did not give, both one's dependence upon them and one's independence of them - is the ultimate hallmark of maturity: a perception as valid for institutions as for individuals.

Why do these dumb fucks keep guns around the house? They make the world as ruinous as they imagine it is.

We no longer get work out of our children; today we get meaning.

I got rid of my motorcycle when Jimmy was born. I'm not allowed to die in a bike crash anymore.

What does sex mean for you?" "How was sex treated in your family?" "What are the important events that shaped your sexuality?" "What would you like to experience most with me sexually, and what are you most afraid of?" They spark conversations that are provocative and inspiring, that focus on possibilities rather than on problems.

forbidden love stories are utopian by nature, especially in contrast with the mundane constraints of marriage and family.2 A prime characteristic of this liminal universe—and the key to its irresistible power—is that it is unattainable.

marks on his firstborn son. More often than not, Garth chose to take the blows to protect his helpless mother and his younger brother. Terry Real, who has written extensively about men in relationships, describes a particular "unholy triangle" between "the powerful, irresponsible, and/or abusive father, the codependent, downtrodden wife, and the sweet son caught in the middle.

Do you love the blouseman more than all of us?" "No," her mother replies. "But sometimes it's easier to be different with a different person.