Family

Where we love is home—home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.

One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night.

It is only just that anything that up on its own should feel it has nothing to repay for an upbringing which it owes no one.

Don't force your children into your ways, for they were created for a time different from your own.

The Family is a petty despotism.

If a kingdom be . . . a great family, a family likewise is a little kingdom, torn with factions and exposed to revolutions.

A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.

If Mr. Vincent Price were to be co-starred with Miss Bette Davis in a story by Mr. Edgar Allan Poe directed by Mr. Roger Corman, it could not fully express the pent-up violence and depravity of a single day in the life of the average family.

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.

Perhaps the greatest social service that can be rendered by anybody to the country and to mankind is to bring up a family.

I mean the attempt to prolong family connection unduly, and to make people hang together artificially who would never naturally do so.

The family is the country of the heart.

The family is one of nature’s masterpieces.

The family is the association established by nature for the supply of man’s everyday wants.

I look upon the whole world as my fatherland, and every war has to me the horror of a family feud.

You have to be grown up, really grown up, not merely in years, to understand your parents.

Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied.

Parents are the bones on which children sharpen their teeth.

Parentage is a very important profession; but no test of fitness for it is ever imposed in the interest of the children.

as the silent voice of our parents from the country of the dead.

There is no magic on earth strong enough to wipe out the legacies of one’s parents.

It’s frightening to think that you mark your children merely by being yourself.

Probably there is nothing in human nature more resonant with charges than the flow of energy between two biologically alike bodies, one of which has lain in amniotic bliss inside the other, one of which has labored to give birth to the other. The materials are here for the deepest mutuality and the most painful estrangement.