Family quotes

I don’t care how poor a man is; if he has family, he’s rich.

Rejoice with your family in the beautiful land of life!

It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons

The family is a haven in a heartless world.

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. 

Families are like fudge — mostly sweet with a few nuts. 

The thing about family disasters is that you never have to wait long before the next one puts the previous one into perspective. 

If you don’t believe in ghosts, you’ve never been to a family reunion.

We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies. 

Family: A social unit where the father is concerned with parking space, the children with outer space, and the mother with closet space. 

A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold. 

The family. We were 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, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. 

When you look at your life, the greatest happinesses are family happinesses.

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

You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them. 

An ounce of blood is worth more than a pound of friendship. 

Blood’s thicker than water, and when one’s in trouble

Best to seek out a relative’s open arms.

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. 

To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there.

When our relatives are at home, we have to think of all their good points or it would be impossible to endure them. 

Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one. 

   

 

In a houseful of toddlers and pets, you can start out having a bad day, but you keep getting detoured. 

There is no cure for laziness but a large family helps. 

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don’t go by any rules. They’re not like aches or wounds; they’re more like splits in the skin that won’t heal because there’s not enough material.

Our most basic instinct is not for survival but for family. Most of us would give our own life for the survival of a family member, yet we lead our daily life too often as if we take our family for granted. 

The great advantage of living in a large family is that early lesson of life’s essential unfairness. 

Having a place to go — is a home. Having someone to love — is a family. Having both — is a blessing. 

’Ohana means family — no one gets left behind, and no one is ever forgotten.

The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family. 

And thank you for a house full of people I love. Amen.

The family — that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to. 

Family life is a bit like a runny peach pie — not perfect but who’s complaining?

The great gift of family life is to be intimately acquainted with people you might never even introduce yourself to, had life not done it for you. 

In time of test, family is best.

Family is just accident.... They don’t mean to get on your nerves. They don’t even mean to be your family, they just are.

The only rock I know that stays steady, the only institution I know that works is the family. 

Friends are God’s apology for relations.

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. 

What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life — to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories. 

At the end of the day, a loving family should find everything forgivable. 

If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable — each segment distinct.

In a household of toddlers and pets, we discover this rule of thumb about happy families — that they are least two-thirds incontinent.

The informality of family life is a blessed condition that allows us to become our best while looking our worst. 

The family is one of nature’s masterpieces.

We cannot destroy kindred: our chains stretch a little sometimes, but they never break. 

The advantage of growing up with siblings is that you become very good at fractions. 

Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family.

There’s an awful lot of blood around that water is thicker than.

Family faces are magic mirrors. Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present, and future. 

If minutes were kept of a family gathering, they would show that "Members not Present" and "Subjects Discussed" were one and the same.

The house of the childless is empty; and so is the heart of him that hath no wife. 

Are we not like two volumes of one book?

I don’t have to look up my family tree, because I know that I’m the sap.

What greater blessing to give thanks for at a family gathering than the family and the gathering. 

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.