Family

There's nothing like seeing the smile on my kids' faces. Laughing together. Playing. It's the best.

All I ever want is to return to either Bangladesh, my motherland, or India, my adopted home.

He that raises a large family does, indeed, while he lives to observe them, stand a broader mark for sorrow; but then he stands a broader mark for pleasure too.

My sister's journal was the romantic one with boys, and mine was talking about my rock tumbler. We were so different and so similar.

Maybe mothers - consciously or subconsciously - repelled their daughters in different ways.

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.

A fathers only wish is for his children to be infinitely better off than him.

My mom was always my biggest teacher, my inspiration, my role model. My mom was just the most amazing person. She was like a bon vivant in that she just lived each day to the fullest. As soon as I became a vegetarian, she became a vegetarian.

His dad said if you did something wrong to someone in public, you ought to admit it in public, too.

Dogs are the only non-primate animal to look into man's eyes. My mother, behind my ears.

In the days approaching Christmas, she always reminds me of the previous year: 'Jane crocheted you an entire poncho, and all you gave her was a bone-shaped beach stone.

Hubert's wife, Mindy, was a tiny powerhouse of a woman with a halo of wild blond hair and eye makeup so complex it took me a while to locate her pupils. She was clearly the brains of the operation, such as she was.

The needs of the people around you should your utmost priority.

My schedule can be hectic, so I'm always trying to find time to see my friends and family.

Parenting is a partnership. Loving each other has a big impact on your children.

You Can't Be A Hero To The World, If Your Aren't First A Hero In Your Home!

In this world, it is not possible to forget about obligation of these three people: father, mother and guru; the one who has made us walk on the correct path.

She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.

I was the big, bossy older sister, full of enthusiasms, mad fantasies, desperate urges to be famous, and anxious to be a saint - a settled sort of saint, not one who might have to suffer or die for her faith.

The first time you see your grown-up little miss looking back at you from a sea of white chiffon or beaded satin glory, indeed your heart will skip a beat. You’ll find yourself blinking back tears. That elusive someday has suddenly become now. Your little girl—your jewel—is going to be a bride.