Quotes About Family

I knew that I was the least-loved child because I was a girl and because my mother had died giving birth to me.

I respected my father, but I loved my mother

Každý kus nábytku, každá v?c, každý p?edm?t vypráví p?íhody, historii rodiny. Byt není nikdy hotový: vyvíjí se s námi a my v n?m.

People threw their elderly relatives into the snow and granny flats became dining rooms, while they tied up miniature vegetables and sprayed raspberry vinegar like tomcats on the pull.

The stipulation for a contestant on The X Factor is an uncontrollable vibrato and a great deal of cancer in the family. The show will drag its sugary slug trail of sentimentality from now until the traditional Christmas single of an overproduced 1980s ballad doused with a lachrymose orchestra. Not so much a wall of sound as a shroud of sound, dedicated to some carcinogenically defunct auntie. As Oscar Wilde so perceptively put it, it would take a heart of stone not to laugh out loud.

It's been my experience that only children never learn when to keep their fucking traps shut. An older brother would have beat that out of you.

It wasn't often that anyone admitted their mistakes to Mercedes; the default posture of poverty was defense. Cesar told her that he hoped his degree would make Mercedes proud of him when he came home.

As far as Queen Caroline was concerned, this was another example of Frederick's treachery, a deliberate attempt to prevent Frederick's younger brother William, her favourite, from inheriting the throne.

I'm a teenager, but I'm independent - I have my own apartment, I have my own life. And I think I have learned more than any of those teenagers have in school. I learned to be responsible, leaving my family and coming here alone.

I come from hardworking, determined people on both sides of my family... the kind who live with a hard reality from which much strength comes.

You never know when some small thing will lead to a big idea. Travel is very inspirational - but it's in the ordinary that I find my themes of love and work and family.

I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her smile.

A good mother is irreplaceable.

Isn't this the truth of any good mother? That in all of our lives. We worry only about those we brought into this world, regardless of whether they loved us back or treated us fairly or understood our shortcomings.

No one worries about you like your mother, and when she is gone, the world seems unsafe, things that happen unwieldy. You cannot turn to her anymore, and it changes your life forever. There is no one on earth who knew you from the day you were born; who knew why you cried, or when you'd had enough food; who knew exactly what to say when you were hurting; and who encouraged you to grow a good heart. When that layer goes, whatever is left of your childhood goes with her.

People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother's house. I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count of the Bookmobile.

Our faces will become works of art that our grandchildren will treasure.

All I knew at that moment was I felt lucky. My mother had chosen me , and, together, we were embarking on a great adventure.

In our family, being right trumped being truthful. There was no room for uncertainty, so you never let down your guard.

To this day, I cannot imagine my parents ever having been in love, nor can I fathom what attracted them to each other. Although there are photographs of them together in our baby albums, I have no memories of them as a married couple.

How we dwelt in two worlds the daughters and the mothers in the kingdom of the sons.

And you see his blue eyes, the blue eyes of all the family whom you used to know, grow narrow and glisten, his hand types out the details and he wants them all but the hysteria in your voice pleases him best.

Vous travaillez pour l'armee, madame?' (You are working for the army?), a Frenchwoman said to me early in the Vietnam war, on hearing I had three sons.

The living, politicized woman claims to be a person whether she is attached to a family or not, whether she is attached to a man or not, whether she is a mother or not.