Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we'd give blood.
Peace, comfort, quiet, happiness, I have found away from home. Only your own family, those nearest and dearest, can hurt you.
I just have two daughters and a grandson. So not a big family.
My family is my career.
Everything in our family was always boxing. It was the life my father chose for me.
I have frequently been questioned, especially by women, of how I could reconcile family life with a scientific career. Well, it has not been easy.
May the Lord bless the family and strengthen it in this moment of crisis
I was raised in a very blue-collar family.
Relationships are hard regardless! But I think they feed the artist: relationships, children, life, family - it all feeds the artist. Loss. Joy. Sacrifice.
When I look back, I'm glad I grew up in a small town. There, it's just you, your family and whatever you make of it.
My family was never cultural in that we never went to see plays, my mum wasn't very into films.
Freedom alone is not enough without light to read at night, without time or access to water to irrigate your farm, without the ability to catch fish to feed your family.
The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.
I just went home to Illinois, and I asked my family, 'Are you guys planning on talking in those accents the whole time I'm home?' And my mother said, 'You used to talk like that, too, Tasha. ' And I said, 'Yes, but you see, I've reinvented myself. Do you have any idea who I think I am?'
My family was all musicians. We jam all the time.
In the Story of Reality a man is a helpless slave - enslaved to his own passions, the flesh, and enslaved to a cruel master, the devil - a slave who God Himself rescues and adopts into His own family. It is the very worst news coupled with the very best news.
I can still play this game at a high level; I've proven that. I want to be home. I want to be close to my family. I want to be close to my foundation and my business interests.
While he bore no real resemblance to anyone in my family, his features were a collection of my mother's and father's best attributes, with a few of Gregory Peck's thrown in.
Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.
You're going to think I'm being corny, but this is how I really feel: I hope my family and my friends will be able to say that I was an honest, kind and fairly decent man.