Relationships and Family

Our Irish ancestors believed in magic, prayers, trickery, browbeating and bullying. I think it would be fair to sum that list up as “Irish politics.”

I love everything about you. Your lips, your eyes, your voice. The only thing I can’t stand is you.

His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.

I’m very proud of my gold pocket watch. My grandfather, on his deathbed, sold me this watch.

My grandmother is over 80 and still doesn’t need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle.

My mother and father were both much more remarkable than any story of mine can make them. They seem to me just mythically wonderful.

Books permit us to voyage through time, to tap the wisdom of our ancestors.

Mothers all want their sons to grow up to be president, but they don't want them to become politicians in the process.

The best thing to give to your enemy is forgiveness; to an opponent, tolerance; to a friend, your heart; to your child, a good example; to a father, deference; to your mother, conduct that will make her proud of you; to yourself, respect; to all men, charity.

Every success is the mother of countless others.

You can't keep your mind on fighting when you're thinking about a woman. You can't keep your concentration. You feel like sleeping all the time.

Every girl should use what Mother Nature gave her before Father Time takes it away.

I played with my grandfather a lot when I was a kid. He was dead, but my parents had him cremated and put his ashes in an Etch-a-Sketch.

It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.

I wondered--not for the first time--whether one was ever justified in neglecting the welfare of one's own family in order to fight for the welfare of others. Can there be anything more important than looking after one's aging mother? Is politics merely a pretext for shirking one's responsibilities, an excuse for not being able to provide in the way one wanted?

Sacrificing your happiness for the happiness of the one you love, is by far, the truest type of love.

Love takes up where knowledge leaves off.

Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us, our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life.

Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.

The perfect love affair is one which is conducted entirely by post.

The perfect love affair is one which is conducted entirely by post.

The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.

I have decided to stick to love...Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Love is more afraid of change than destruction.