Family

A family is a risky venture, because the greater the love, the greater the loss... That's the trade-off. But I'll take it all.

An approach, according to which children should fulfil their parents’ dreams/ do everything in order to make their parents happy/ provide their parents with a peace of mind, or whatever they want for themselves - because they owe it to them for all those years in which their parents took care of them - is utterly selfish.

Never forget that children are at the heart of everything we do. Respect them, listen to them, talk to them as equals, and care about them.

My mother-in-law belongs in Hell, but the devil is afraid she’ll end up taking over.

People have all this resentment against their parents for fucking them up, but they never realize, the minute they have a kid, that they cease being the child so fondly victimized in their hearts and start being the benighted perpetrators of unfathomable pain.

Nothing is more important than our family where our heart dwells.

A sweet friend of my Hannah's said that Christmas only makes her sad. 'It's just for happy families it makes everyone else miserable.'But there is a secret truth about family. Eventually you get to pick a family for yourself m. And thanks to the sticky, sweet, funny, loud, rambunctious people I chose, Christmas is my favorite time of the year.

Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow person.

What is free time? I'm a single mother. My free moments are filled with loving my little girl.

My parents never projected their dreams onto me. If they hoped I would be a great pitcher, or political figure, or artist (no chance), they never told me about it. Their view of parenting was to offer love and encourage me to chart my own path.

Parents are like God because you wanna know they're out there, and you want them to think well of you, but you really only call when you need something.

High levels of homeownership have been shown to foster greater involvement in school and civic organizations, higher graduation rates, and greater neighborhood stability.

Language does this to our memories—simplifies, solidifies, codifies, mummifies. An oft-told story is like a photograph in a family album; eventually, it replaces the moment it was meant to capture.

When I was young, I watched my mom and dad build everything that matters: a family, a business and a good name. I was raised to believe in hard work, in faith and family. My dad, Ed Pence, was a combat veteran in Korea.

Can’t this thing go any faster?” Thalia demanded.Zoe glared at her. “I cannot control traffic.”You both sound like my mother,” I said.Shut up!” they both said in union.

My mother-in-law speaks not a word of English. I speak not a word of Tajiki. So I smile at her ingratiatingly and she fixes me with a beady eye.

My parents' divorce left me with a lot of sadness and pain and acting, and especially humour, was my way of dealing with all that.

The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.

People have told me, 'My dad passed on, but I have great memories of watching your shows with him.' It doesn't get any better than that.

To all those mothers and fathers who are struggling with teen-agers, I say, just be patient: even though it looks like you can't do anything right for a number of years, parents become popular again when kids reach 20.