Quotes about Family
William had to be at his office at eight, so his mother got up at seven o' clock to prepare him. He was usually late, or on the verge of lateness. But nothing could hurry him.
— DH Lawrence
Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.
— DH Lawrence
He also wearied his mother very often. She saw the sunshine going out of him, and she resented it.
— DH Lawrence
Sometimes a good husband came along with his family, peacefully. But usually the women and children were alone.
— DH Lawrence
She never suffered alone any more: the children suffered with her.
— DH Lawrence
For some things, said his aunt, it was a good thing Paul was ill that Christmas. I believe it saved his mother. Paul
— DH Lawrence
They want me in Lime Street on Monday week, mother, he cried, his eyes blazing, as he read the letter. Mrs Morel felt everything go silent inside her. ... It never occurred to him that she might be more hurt of his going away, than glad of his success.
— DH Lawrence
My truest desire is fellowship with good friends, the love of a caring family, and a close relationship with God.
— Wanda Brunstetter
I have this love for Mattie. It was formed in me as he himself was formed. It has his shape, you might say. He fits it. He fits into it as he fits into his clothes. He will always fit into it. When he gets out of the car and I meet him and hug him, there he is, him himself, something of my very own forever, and my love for him goes all around him just as it did when he was a baby and a little boy and a young man grown.
— Wendell Berry
We had, you could say, everything but money -- Grandmam and I did, anyhow. We had each other and our work, and not much time to think of what we didn't have.
— Wendell Berry
The two families, sundered in the ruin of a friendship, were united again first in new friendship and then in mariage. My grandfather made a peace here that has joined many who would otherwise have been divided. I am the child of his forgiveness.
— Wendell Berry
No matter where you go, no matter what happens, what you become, what you gain, what you lose, no matter whether you succeed or fail, stand or fall, no matter what you dip your hands into . . . no gone is too far gone. Son, you can always come home.
— Charles Martin