Best 4246 quotes in «family quotes» category

My biggest hobby is hanging out with my family and kids.

My brother was a lifeguard in a car wash.

My children love my mother, and I tell my children, that is not the same woman I grew up with...That is an old woman trying to get into heaven now.

My daddy left home when I was three and he didn't leave much to Ma and me, just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

My dad said to me the other day, I really am an artistic person. I was shocked as I never saw him as a creative. I think me and my sisters are living out that side of him as my sister is another creative person, she's a songwriter.

My dream, maybe because of my family, of course, was to be a painter. I chose in one moment the direction of textiles; from textiles I went to fashion.

My family comes first. Maybe that's what makes me different from other guys.

My family is more important than my party.

My family background was deeply Christian.

My family love living in London. It is a fantastic city and a city such as this deserves to host the Olympic Games.

My family is number one in my life. I'll blow off writing or just about anything to make sure I take my son to preschool or watch him at his swimming lesson.

My family's the most important thing in my life.

My family is awesome.

My family is the most important thing in the world to me, too, before anything else.

My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs, and killers.

My family was my guide to my reality.

My father had to go to work, I used to think he was a jerk. I didn't know his heart was broken, and not another word was spoken.

My father told me marijuana would cause me brain damage - because if he caught me doing it he was going to break my head.

My father was an amazing man. The older I got, the smarter he got.

My friends ask me why I still live with my family, but I feel comfortable there. We've all been through so much together.

My friends are my estate.

My friends and family are my support system. They tell me what I need to hear, not what I want to hear and they are there for me in the good and bad times. Without them I have no idea where I would be and I know that their love for me is what's keeping my head above the water.

My mother saved our home with a minimum wage job. But in the 1960s, a minimum wage job would support a family of three above the poverty line. Not today. Not even close. I understood right then that people can work hard, they can play by the rules, and they can still take a hard smack.

My grandfather killed my father in my mind. I know he died of cancer-but it was because of what my grandfather did to him.

My mother imparted her daily truths so she could help my older brothers and me rise above our circumstances. We lived in San Francisco's Chinatown. Like most of the other Chinese children who played in the back alleys of restaurants and curio shops, I didn't think we were poor. My bowl was always full, three five-course meals every day, beginning with a soup full of mysterious things I didn't want to know the names of.

[My mother is] a half-Chinese, half-Jamaican woman, who grew up the ninth of nine kids, getting a law degree from Harvard. Academically brilliant, but also incredibly strong-willed and ethical. My mother was like that, my sister is, and my wife is too.

My mother was very involved with me. And we had a dialogue constantly. And it was like an umbilical cord. As long as the words were flowing back and forth we were connected and feeding each other. And I probably grew up very afraid of losing that connection.

My guiding principles in life are to be honest, genuine, thoughtful and caring.

My kid wants to be a prison warden when he grows up so he can put thumb tacks on the electric chairs.

My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man, I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band.

My mama was a rocker way back in fifty-three, buys them old records that they sell on TV.

My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart-a heart so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation.

My number one thing was that if I ever did get successful enough to make it, I wanted to be able to give back to my family.

My other brother-in-law died. He was a karate expert, then joined the army. The first time he saluted, he killed himself.

My parents taught me what life is about, so I grew up the type they warned me about.

My old man is drunker than a barrel full of monkeys, but my old lady she don't care.

My old man's got a problem, he lives with the bottle.

My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.

My pride had been starched by a family who assumed unlimited authority in its own affairs.

My sister is going to have a simple wedding. Just immediate family. And whoever the hell would want to marry her.

My restaurants are never opened on Thanksgiving; I want my staff to spend time with their family if they can. My feeling is, if I can't figure out how to make money the rest of the year so that my workers can enjoy the holidays, then I don't deserve to be an owner.

My son is 21. He'll be 22 if I let him.

My ultimate life dream project is my kids. My family.

My uncle's dying wish - he wanted me on his lap. He was in the electric chair.

My wife gets all the money I make. I just get an apple and clean clothes every morning.

My whole family are hams. They're storytellers and everyone outdoes the next one.

My wife has been my closest friend, my closest advisor. And ... she's not somebody who looks to the limelight, or even is wild about me being in politics. And that's a good reality check on me. When I go home, she wants me to be a good father and a good husband. And everything else is secondary to that.

My wife, my family, my friends - they've all taught me things about love and what that emotion really means. In a nutshell, loving someone is about giving, not receiving.

No matter how many communes anybody invents, the family always creeps back.

No amount of law enforcement can solve a problem that goes back to the family.