Relationships and Family

This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.

The place of the father in the modern suburban family is a very small one, particularly if he plays golf.

The place of the father in the modern suburban family is a very small one, particularly if he plays golf.

DON’T HOLD YOUR PARENTS UP TO CONTEMPT. AFTER ALL… IT IS JUST POSSIBLE THAT YOU MAY TAKE AFTER THEM.

IT IS A MELANCHOLY TRUTH THAT EVEN GREAT MEN HAVE THEIR POOR RELATIONS.

WHEN A SINISTER PERSON MEANS TO BE YOUR ENEMY, THEY ALWAYS START BY TRYING TO BECOME YOUR FRIEND.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: Do be my enemy – for friendship’s sake.

I THOUGHT I HATED EVERYBODY, BUT WHEN I GREW UP I REALISED IT WAS JUST CHILDREN I DIDN’T LIKE.

The general was essentially a man of peace, except in his domestic life.

I only know how true it is: that love is a chain of love, as nature is a chain of life.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.

Love conquers all things; let us too surrender to Love.

There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.

Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent.

It is impossible to read the daily press without being diverted from reality. You are full of enthusiasm for the eternal verities life is worth living, and then out of sinful curiosity you open a newspaper. You are disillusioned and wrecked.

Probably the only project he ever gave up on was me. He tried to give me advice, but he

A life directed chiefly toward the fulfillment of personal desires will sooner or later always lead to bitter disappointment.

When Aunt is calling to Aunt like mastodons bellowing across primeval swamps.

It is no use telling me that there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.

How else but through a broken heart

Yet each man kills the thing he loves,