Quotes About Family

In the family sandwich, the older people and the younger ones can recognize one another as the bread. Those in the middle are, for a time, the meat.

I realized that, while I would never be my mother nor have her life, the lesson she had left me was that it was possible to love and care for a man and still have at your core a strength so great that you never even needed to put it on display.

I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.

Your children make it impossible to regret your past. They're its finest fruits. Sometimes the only ones.

All his family were miners: during the war even his grandmother had worked down the shafts, losing the fingers of her left hand under the wheels of a runaway trolley-car. Though he had gone into a white-collar union job after college, he still thought of himself as a miner, a shakhtyor – in Russian the word still has a faint heroic ring – too. But beyond that Alexey wasn't too sure what he

She had never been able to stand her husband, though not for one minute in their married life had she permitted this to make her unhappy. Only people who are fond of somebody can ever be unhappy, she had told her daughter before her wedding.

And should you have any doubts or require any advice, do not turn to your wife or any other member of your family, or ask for any help from a spiritual source, but rather come to our headquarters and ask to be directed to room 18. Do you understand what I am saying, Mr. Mettenheimer?

I had never heard that before; and so poor Rob Roy who was killed at that hunt was my brother! I did not wonder that my mother was so troubled. It seems that horses have no relations; at least, they never know each other after they are sold.

Oh, Mum,' Rosie said softly. 'I missed you. Every single day. I have missed you so much.

Now Rosie smiled to herself as she gazed around her at the bustle of human traffic around the station, each person with their own story, their own dreams. She had done all right. She'd come a long way. Her mother and father would have been proud.

my mum, who was my heart, who didn't live to see this, but who will be forever on my shoulder, inspiring me.

For my mother, who gave so much, and climbed a mountain every day.

A son is a son till he takes a wife, a daughter is a daughter the rest of her life … But sometimes is not the case.

My friends and I would get up early and take our horses through the national forest. My mom was very free. It was always 'Out of the house!' There was no watching television on weekends.

Having grown up at the intersection of laissez-faire and benign neglect, by the time I was in high school, my comings and goings garnered little to none of my parents' attention.

A family mission statement formed in my head: 'We're a family that tells tall tales to add a little magic to our realism.

Despite being raised in a working-class family, she has always had an innate elegance and an eye for quality.

Threezed seemed to sense her mood. "Don't feel bad that you never got indentured." He touched her arm for a few seconds. "Nobody wants that. Plus, I'm sure you've been fucked over in lots of other ways." It was one of the nicest things a human outside her family had ever said to her.

Many of these accounts became popular with the American public, and family clans like "The Jukes" and "The Kallikaks" became widely known, entering the public imagination as poor, dirty, drunken, criminally minded, and sexually perverse people.

My last trip to New Orleans was for the fifth anniversary of Katrina, and I had the awesome opportunity to bring my family down. We all worked on a house together and met some of the families.

Our table was round," recalled one of the artists who, from a farming family in N?gata, returned every planting season to help his now elderly parents plant rice. "A square table has edges, but edges divide people. As a family, we weren't cut off from one another. We ate together and we listened to one another." Eating together, listening to one another, sharing food. The memory evoked a familiar, now nostalgic, sense of touch in them all.

When Mel told his Jewish mother he was marrying an Italian girl, she said: "Bring her over. I'll be in the kitchen with my head in the oven".

My grandfather Frank Lloyd Wright wore a red sash on his wedding night. That is glamour!

Jaenelle blushed. "No, none of them are my mate. I'm not old enough for a mate," she added hurriedly as Smoke gave them all a look of blatant disapproval. "This is Saetan, the High Lord. He's my sire. My brother, Prince Mephis, is the High Lord's pup. And this is my uncle, Prince Andulvar, and my cousin, Lord Prothvar. And that's Lord Beale. Everyone, this is Prince Smoke.