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People are generally irrational, unreasonable and selfish. They deserve to be loved, anyway.
Sep 29, 2025
This packrat has learned that what the next generation will value most is not what we owned, but the evidence of who we were and the tales of how we loved. In the end, it's the family stories that are worth the storage.
The future belongs to those who give the next generation reason for hope.
Family is essential because we all yearn to feel like we belong to something greater than ourselves.
I wish I could relate to the people I'm related to.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
A family reunion is an effective form of birth control.
Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.
Some family trees bear an enormous crop of nuts.
I grew up with six brothers. That's how I learned to dance - waiting for the bathroom.
You see, insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.
Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.
I don't have to look up my family tree, because I know that I'm the sap.
Earthmen are not proud of their ancestors and never invite them round to dinner.
Parents are not interested in justice, they're interested in peace and quiet.
Always be nice to your children because they are the ones who will choose your rest home.
If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.
In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.
Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others. Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of tang, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not for keeps; that any limb you climb out on will still be there later for you to climb back.
Family: A social unit where the father is concerned with parking space, the children with outer space, and the mother with closet space.
When our relatives are at home, we have to think of all their good points or it would be impossible to endure them.
It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.
The family is a haven in a heartless world.
The only rock I know that stays steady, the only institution I know that works, is the family.
The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.
Family faces are magic mirrors. Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present and future.
Important families are like potatoes. The best parts are underground.
The great advantage of living in a large family is that early lesson of life's essential unfairness.
If you don't believe in ghosts, you've never been to a family reunion.
At the end of the day, a loving family should find everything forgivable.
Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family.
Nobody has ever before asked the nuclear family to live all by itself in a box the way we do. With no relatives, no support, we've put it in an impossible situation.
Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.
To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there.
In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future.
When you look at your life the greatest happinesses are family happinesses.
The happiness of the domestic fireside is the first boon of Heaven; and it is well it is so, since it is that which is the lot of the mass of mankind.
The lack of emotional security of our American young people is due, I believe, to their isolation from the larger family unit. No two people - no mere father and mother - as I have often said, are enough to provide emotional security for a child. He needs to feel himself one in a world of kinfolk, persons of variety in age and temperament, and yet allied to himself by an indissoluble bond which he cannot break if he could, for nature has welded him into it before he was born.
The family. We are a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms. . . and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.
The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.
Human beings are the only creatures on earth that allow their children to come back home.
There's an awful lot of blood around that water is thicker than.
They... threw themselves into the interests of the rest, but each plowed his or her own furrow. Their thoughts, their little passions and hopes and desires, all ran along separate lines. Family life is like this - animated, but collateral.
If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable - each segment distinct.
You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.
The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life.
Are we not like two volumes of one book?
Perhaps the greatest social service that can be rendered by anybody to the country and to mankind is to bring up a family.
There is no such thing as fun for the whole family.
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