It was my turn to be silent while a small family of moments crossed my path, single file, from the left, sticking their tongues out at me.
The girl. Was that who I was? I was the girl just like they were the boys. Was that how we were going to address each other for the entirety of this year? How family-feeling.
I sprung you because I've got a message for you" "doesn't your family own a cell phone company?" "only a little one
All human happiness revolves around love. Love is central to the bonds on which a family is built.
The happiness of a family is such a complex matter. Like a table laid out with a tea service, it looks so ordinary until it's threatened. Then it becomes infinitely precious.
Outside the family circle, papa, I'm glad to say, is entirely unknown. I think that is quite as it should be. The home seems to me to be the proper sphere for the man.
My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove, you always know who to turn to. That being a family isn't a social construct but an instinct.
The logic behind patriotism is a mystery. At least a man who believes that his own family or clan is superior to all others is familiar with more than 0.000003% of the people involved.
The whole bloated sensation of success is wiped clean when among family. There is no pressure of being looked upon as 'the brilliant one' but rather the comforts of always being the pupil.
Everybody makes mistakes. But that's the magic of family--knowing that underneath whatever you've said and done, you are still loved. And that you always will be, no matter what.
You believe stealing is wrong, but if your family was starving and could not afford bread, wouldn't you say it’s okay to steal a loaf to feed them?
Even if a man has everything - money, power, the key to eternal life - he still is nothing if he is without a family to love him and for him to love.
Maybe what my sister wanted was to stay here and get married and have a family. Maybe that was her color of extraordinary.
I thought about the cameras following me in the terminal and pictured my family watching my entrance on TV. I hoped they’d be proud.
...there are women who devote themselves entirely to their families, their husbands and children, and give up cultivating their femininity. Mother rebelled against that paradigm...[Mr. Gregory's Mother]
In my family nudity just doesn’t exist; I’m pretty sure my parents were both born fully clothed and still shower that way.
Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply..
I felt held hostage by her illness and by the backward mental health system that once again was incapable of helping our family in crisis.
Souls were webs of light that contained the essence of a human's life. Memories and loves, children and families. Every moment of life, pressing in
You'll forgive the flowery talk, won't you? Our family does so love to be told they are beautiful. Vanity is an old and venerable habit.
The Agency was doubtful, because they had already sent a lot of nurses and nannies and governesses to Mr. and Mrs. Brown's family. 'The person you want,' they said, 'is Nurse Matilda.
