#grandparent

There's a difference between someone who's 'harsh' and someone who is 'hard.' Life was hard. You lived in the South, as my grandparents did, and you had to survive. That is hard. ↗

— Clarence Thomas

#did #difference #grandparents #had #hard

Going out in Paris was like going out in the '30s dressed like the Andrews Sisters. It was everything I'd seen in books at my grandparents' house, only it was our generation. ↗

— Christian Lacroix

#books #dressed #everything #generation #going

There were nine children in my father's family and eight in my mother's. My grandparents did the best with what they had. After the Depression, they were scratching out a living and working hard. They kept the family going. ↗

— Cheryl Ladd

#best #children #depression #did #eight

The reason grandparents and grandchildren get along so well is that they have a common enemy. ↗

— Sam Levenson

#common #common enemy #enemy #get #grandchildren

Our house was always full of grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins. ↗

— Bryan Clay

#aunts #cousins #full #grandparents #house

Conversations with my mother, father, my grandparents, as I've grown up have obviously driven me towards wanting to try and make a difference as much as possible. ↗

— Prince Harry

#difference #driven #father #grandparents #grown

Our parents and grandparents understood this truth deeply. They believed - as we do - that to create jobs, a modern economy requires modern investments: educating, innovating and rebuilding for our children's future. Building an economy to last, from the middle class up, not from the billionaires down. ↗

— Martin O'Malley

#billionaires #building #children #class #create

So, look, in order to move our country forward, we have to do the things our parents and grandparents did. They believed enough in our country to invest in our country, to create jobs, to make modern investments. And those are the things that we need to get back to with a balanced approach. ↗

— Martin O'Malley

#back #balanced #believed #country #create

My grandparents told endless stories about the town they were from. It became an almost mythic place. ↗

— Vincent Schiavelli

#almost #became #endless #grandparents #mythic

It was her last breakfast with Bapi, her last morning in Greece. In her frenetic bliss that kept her up till dawn, she’d scripted a whole conversation in Greek for her and Bapi to have as their grand finale of the summer. Now she looked at him contentedly munching on his Rice Krispies, waiting for the right juncture for launchtime. He looked up at her briefly and smiled, and she realized something important. This was how they both liked it. Though most people felt bonded by conversation, Lena and Bapi were two of a kind who didn’t. They bonded by the routine of just eating cereal together. She promptly forgot her script and went back to her cereal. At one point, when she was down to just milk, Bapi reached over and put his hand on hers. ‘You’re my girl,’ he said. And Lena knew she was. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#greece #language #contentment