Quotes About Family

I'm telling you, Dena, when you live long enough to see your children begin to look at you with different eyes, and you can look at them not as your children, but as people, it's worth getting older with all the creaks and wrinkles." PACKAGE FOR ALICE POINT CLEAR, ALABAMA PETE THE MAILMAN WALKED TO SOOKIE'S DOOR AND KNOCKED JUST AS Lenore was coming up the stairs with a sack of B & B pecans she had picked up for Sookie.

Of course, she seems happy, Mabel," said Mrs. Gumms, "but you know, no woman is really happy without a home and children." Mrs. Bell said, "I'm not so sure about that. Oh, not that I don't love Lloyd and the children, but still…it might be nice to have a little time to myself every once in a while.

King Lear, having been in power for decades, can no longer hear anything but flattery, banishing the one person—his own daughter Cordelia—who dares to speak to him truthfully.

waga oya no / shinuru toki ni mo / he o kokite3 Even at the time When my father lay dying I still kept farting.

Anyone can be a mother, but it takes a very special woman to be a mom.

Lucy let herself into her parents' house, or, as she thought of it now, the other hateful house. She thought at that moment that the house was giving off vibes that the people who had lived in it were gone. Gone as in never coming back.

the big dinner and gift opening to Christmas Eve so they could sleep late on

She wasn't his mother, but she was his Mom, and that was far more important.

It sometimes occurs to me, with sad delight, that if one day (in a future I won't be part of) the sentences I write are read and admired, then at last I'll have my own kin, people who 'understand' me, my true family in which to be born and loved. But far from being born into it, I'll have already died long ago. I'll be understood only in effigy, when affection can no longer compensate for the indifference that was the dead man's lot in life.

Quando eu morrer, filhinho, Seja eu a criança, o mais pequeno. Pega-me tu ao colo E leva-me para dentro da tua casa. Despe o meu ser cansado e humano E deita-me na tua cama. E conta-me histórias, caso eu acorde, Para eu tornar a adormecer. E dá-me sonhos teus para eu brincar Até que nasça qualquer dia Que tu sabes qual é.   Esta

Io però non ho mai preteso di dire la verità a nessuno, da una parte perché non serve a niente, e dall'altra perché non la conosco. Mio fratello maggiore, Dio onnipotente, credo che neppure lui la conosca, ma queste , tuttavia, sono questioni di famiglia.

Brothers in our ignorance, different vessels for the same blood, different forms of the same inheritance — which of us can deny the other? Deny your wife but not your mother, your father, or your brother.

I consider myself fortunate for no longer having family, as it relieves me of the obligation to love someone, which I would surely find oppressive.

I suddenly felt something like tenderness for that man. I felt the tenderness one feels for common human banality, for the daily routine of the family breadwinner going to work, for his humble and happy home, for the happy and sad pleasures that necessarily make up his life, for the innocence of living without analysing, for the animal naturalness of that coat-covered back.

A melhor maneira de começar a sonhar é mediante livros. Os romances servem de muito para o principiante. Aprender a entregar-se totalmente à leitura, a viver absolutamente com as personagens de um romance, eis o primeiro passo. Que a nossa família e as suas mágoas nos pareçam chilras e nojentas ao lado dessas, eis o sinal do progresso.

O mal verdadeiro, o único mal, são as convenções e as ficções sociais, que se sobrepõem às realidades naturais, tudo, desde a família ao dinheiro, desde a religião ao Estado.

the uncensorable power of the simplest form of private literature: the letter home.

I come from a family where the only emotion respectable to show is irritation. In some this tendency produces hives, in others literature, in me both.

Wesley, the younger child, had had rheumatic fever when he was seven and Mrs. May thought this was what had caused him to be an intellectual.

The grandmother decided that she would not mention that the house was in Tennessee.

Thomas had inherited his father's reason without his ruthlessness and his mother's love of good without her tendency to pursue it. His plan for all practical action was to wait and see what developed.

Listen, lady, he said in a high voice, if I had of been there I would of known and I wouldn't be like I am now. His voice seemed about to crack and the grandmother's head cleared for an instant. She saw the man's face twisted close to her own as if he were going to cry and she murmured, Why you're one of my babies. You're one of my own children! She reached out and touched him on the shoulder. The Misfit sprang back as if a snake had bitten him and shot her three times through the chest.

That's not the way he told it, Tarwater said. He said that when the schoolteacher was seven years old, he had good sense but later it dried up. His daddy was an ass and not fit to raise him and his mother was a whore. She ran away from here when she was eighteen years old. It took her that long? the stranger said in an incredulous tone. My, she was kind of a ass herself.

She had managed after he died to get the two of them through college and beyond; but she had observed that the more education they got, the less they could do. Their father had gone to a one-room schoolhouse through the eighth grade and he could do anything.