Quotes About Family

My father said, "See, my mouth said that, but my hand, my hand was holding yours. If your mother ever must say something like that to me, in order to protect the two of you, know that inside, she and I are holding hands. And if someday you must say something like that to me, I will know it's not really you. That's inside. Inside is where the son and the father will always be holding hands.

It's hard to imagine losing a family, to have someone you love just disappear like that.

I was terrified, on the verge of crying. My father said, "See, my mouth said that, but my hand, my hand was holding yours. If your mother ever must say something like that to me, in order to protect the two of you, know that inside, she and I are holding hands. And if someday you must say something like that to me, I will know it's not really you. That's inside. Inside is where the son and the father will always be holding hands." He reached out and ruffled my hair.

Was this what a family was, how it grew—straight as the children's teeth? Sure, there was an arm in a sling and over time the grandparents disappeared from the photos. The occasions changed, as did the dogs. But this was a family, start to finish, without wars or famines or political prisons, without a stranger coming to town to drown your daughter.

Here is the safety belt," he said to Jun Do. "A hero may wear one or not, as he wishes. I am old and have no need for safety, but Comrade Buc, you must apply the belt. You are young, you have a wife and children.

With a baby, I'd have something to show for all this. I'd have a reason. At the least, I'd have something to leave behind.

Jun Do had dealt with this his whole life, the ways it was impossible for people from normal families to conceive of a man in so much hurt that he couldn't acknowledge his own son, that there was nothing worse than a mother leaving her children, though it happened all the time, that "take" was a word people used for those who had so little to give as to be immeasurable.

Orphans are the only ones who get to choose their fathers, and they love them twice as much.

Inside is where the son and the father will always be holding hands.

And your parents, believe me—I don't care what kind of relationship you've got with them—they'll take you up on that offer. You share that sandwich with them—are you hearing me?—you share that glory sandwich with them and they'll love you forever.

it is good to do justice because God will kill you and your family whether you do justice or not.

You eat and sleep it all day long and play on the streets until mom calls you in. My story is no different than anybody else's.

Fifteen years ago I killed my sister.

This is where you all live?" Asked John as they ascended the stairs. "It's small." "This is just our Thanksgiving house," Scott muttered. "We have a house for every day of the year.

Mind you, Darwin fretted about a lot of stuff, especially his health, his kids, and maybe with just cause. On occasion he would write a fit of histrionic despair, such as "I am very poorly today & very stupid & hate everybody & everything

Genetics can certainly tell us who our closest relatives really are, and can reveal so many mysteries of our deep past. But you have far less in common with your ancestors than you may realize, and there are people in your family from whom you have inherited no genes at all, and who therefore have no meaningful genetic link to you, even though in a genealogical sense you are most definitely descended from them.

But you have far less in common with your ancestors than you may realize, and there are people in your family from whom you have inherited no genes at all, and who therefore have no meaningful genetic link to you, even though in a genealogical sense you are most definitely descended from them.

on a long enough timeline we're all inbred.

Pedigree is a word derived from the middle French phrase pied de grue—the crane's foot—as the digits and hallux spread from a single joint at the bottom of the tibia, roughly equivalent to our ankle. This branching describes one or a few generations of a family tree

One fifth of people alive a millennium ago in Europe are the ancestors of no one alive today. Their lines of descent petered out at some point, when they or one of their progeny did not leave any of their own.

Go back to where you come from," someone told me on Twitter last year, and I did indeed drive up the highway to Ipswich to visit my folks for the weekend.

Despite our differences, all humans are remarkably close relatives, and our family tree is pollarded, and tortuous, and not in the slightest bit like a tree. But we are the fruit thereof.

I guess I'm looking for a woman like my mother, and on our first date she'd put her breast in my mouth.

The problem with me, as far as getting married and having a family, is that my comedy is so important to me. So I don't know if I'll ever be as good a dad as my dad.