Quotes About Grandmother

One of my most sentimental items is my grandmother's engagement ring that my mom gave me a few years ago. It's a Victorian-style setting that's closed in the back, so it doesn't sparkle the way diamonds do now. I wear it as a pendant.

Is he Catholic? her grandmother asked on the way out. He's a drug dealer -- so if he is religious, he's got incredible powers of reconciliation. He looks like a good boy, her vovo said over her shoulder. A good Catholic boy. And that was that -- for now.

I think about how best to live my grandmother's twin mantras that 'Life is not a dress rehearsal' and 'Life is not about what happens to you, but what you do with what happens to you.'

I was very close to my grandmother, Agnes Parry. She was a typical matriarchal leader of the family and the community. People looked up to her and would always go to her for advice and help.

My Ukrainian grandmother would tell amazing stories. She lost her father, and as children, we would always listen to her stories.

My grandmother was a psychiatrist and possibly the ultimate of all skeptics. But even she couldn't explain the strange noises we so often heard in the attic.

Although my grandmother was a strict parent and abided my grandfather's kosher diet, as a Nana, she had grown away from religion and was almost unbelievably permissive.

A grandmother is a person with too much wisdom to let that stop her from making a fool of herself over her grandchildren.

I don't remember ever deciding to become a performer. I just always was. I began performing by mimicking the performers on the new television that first took the attention away from me as the baby of the household. I continued performing to put a smile on my grandmother's face and always considered her when accepting or declining roles.

A grandmother is a babysitter who watches the kids instead of the television.

Being a grandmother is probably the most important thing to me. I have two really rambunctious little ones, and I love spending time with them.

The happiest moments of my childhood were spent on my grandmother's front porch in Durham, N.C., or at her sister's farmhouse in Orange County, where chickens paraded outside the kitchen's screen door and hams were cured in the smokehouse.

I'm a closet Catholic. I love the iconography of the saints. There was a point in my life when I was going to convert to Catholicism, but I didn't want my grandmother spinning around in her grave like a rotisserie chicken.

One of my early childhood memories was my grandmother always having a bowl of Nestle chocolate bars at her house. My sister and I would argue over who could eat the chocolate bars. Looking back, I don't know why we just didn't share. We could have split them.

I was a pretty heartbroken 13-year-old. That was the year my grandmother died and my parents split up.

My parents both worked full-time flipping burgers at the local fast-food joint, and my grandmother looked after us. English was her second language, so instead of books, I learned spoken French nursery rhymes and curse words.

No, I didn't go to our language schools. My grandmother taught me Russian." "Evelina Vasileva Putyatova?" "So, you were paying attention. Odd for a man." "I'm a spy. I listen." "And look and file things away. Anyway, my grandmother was a wonderful woman.

I'm a grandmother with dogs and nice friends here in the Rocky mountains. Ever see the movie A River Runs Through It? That's where I live. It's beautiful, no two ways about it.

I was born in Mumbai and raised in Mangalore at my grandmother's home which had a farm with animals.

My grandmother introduced me to musicals and Fred Astaire and Cary Grant and all the American comedies and classics.

My grandmother had this high-tech security system - a rusty nail she used to lock the door.

Un giorno che Å trum le aveva detto qualcosa a proposito dell'eterna giovinezza d'animo di Aleksandra Vladimirovna, Ljudmila era sbottata: «È vecchia ed egoista, altro che giovane». «Non è egoismo, il suo. La nonna è una populista» aveva detto Nadja, aggiungendo: «E i populisti sono brava gente, ma con poco cervello».

I was unhappy for a long time, and very lonesome, living with my grandmother. Then it was that books began to happen to me, and I began to believe in nothing but books and the wonderful world in books — where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas.

You're looking very fine tonight, Grandmother! Why, you've hardly any warts at all! Bathing in blood again, I'll warrant. Virgins or capitalists this time?