Quotes About Parents

I would certainly use my voice to try and avoid anything that undermines confidence, so that parents are using vaccines fully.

My kids are incredibly secure. More and more of their friends' parents are divorcing, but my kids have absolute confidence that we'll stay together forever. That goes a long, long way.

My parents were involved in everything I did. They were showbiz people themselves. My dad was an actor. They were parents; they did what parents are supposed to do.

My dad is a doctor, a professor of psychiatry, and my mum is a psychotherapist.

I always wanted what Mom and Dad had.

My mum and dad are pretty amazing chefs and they spent most of my childhood cooking really extravagant things for my sister and me.

It's always been a dream of mine to get somewhere and to have my mom and dad with me up there.

Barry, you're over thirty years old. You owe it to your mum and dad not to sing in a group called Sonic Death Monkey.

I'm justthe reason they married.Mum saysI was a surprise.Dad saysI was an accident.Truth is ...I am their mistake.

I used to date a girl from Buffalo. Why can't I meet a girl with normal parents?

I grew up wanting to be a musician, but my parents were sure I would starve to death. So, they put me in physics and chemistry. That eventually blew up, and I got into radio.

The pride inspired in my parents by the establishment in 1948 of a homeland in Palestine that would gather in the unmurdered remnant of European Jewry was, in fact, not so unlike what welled up in me when I first came upon Lonoff's thwarted, secretive, imprisoned souls, and realized that out of everything humbling from which my own striving, troubled father had labored to elevate us all, a literature of such dour wit and poignancy could be shamelessly conceived.

Non avevo mai giudicato così severamente un adulto in vita mia - né i miei genitori, né Alvin e neppure lo zio Monty - e non avevo capito, fino a quel momento, come la sfacciata vanità di certi perfetti idioti possa avere un'influenza decisiva sulla sorte delle persone

Her ubiquity and his constipation, my mother flying in through the bedroom window, my father reading the evening paper with a suppository up his ass . . . these, Doctor, are the earliest impressions I have of my parents, of their attributes and secrets.

Depraved? Officer Balich, you are too old to idealize your parents.

What their parents didn't understand was that Caroline and her sisters could no more go without getting even than they could go without breathing. In fact, half the fun of getting even was to see what the boys would think up next, just so Caroline, Beth, and Eddie could get even all over again. They'd never had so much excitement back in Ohio.

We could all write a farewell note to Mom and Dad, and tell them to give our possessions to the orphans, said Caroline, her voice trembling dramatically.

the makers of fortunes have a second love of money as a creation of their own, resembling the affection of authors for their own poems, or of parents for their children, besides that natural love of it for the sake of use and profit which is common to them and all men. And hence they are very bad company, for they can talk about nothing but the praises of wealth.

There is no sameness of existence, but the new mortality is always taking the place of the old. This is the reason why parents love their children—for the sake of immortality; and this is why men love the immortality of fame. For the creative soul creates not children, but conceptions of wisdom and virtue, such as poets and other creators have invented.

A child who grows up with the realization that his parents are lovers has a wonderful basis of stability.6

I was stunned. "I wished it," I murmured. "And now it's come true." "What are you talking about?" Foz demanded. He grabbed me by the shoulders. "Get it together, Tim. We've got to do something! What's going to happen when your parents get home?" "I told Ginny I'd turn her into a rabbit," I explained, still dazed. "To get back at her for ruining all my magic shows. And now she is a rabbit!

I had a camera. My parents had given me a really good camera last Christmas.

Parents had some kind of sin radar, Claire thought. They always called when you were in the middle of something you just knew they'd consider wrong. Or at least risky.

I decided to give myself a Christmas present this year. I decided to spend the day only speaking to animals (real and stuffed), select humans as necessary so long as they weren't my parents or Langston, and a Snarl in a red Moleskine notebook—if he returned it to me.