#parents

My parents were political, so it's definitely in my bones. Wherever I am, I always seem to get involved with politics. I think, once it's in your bloodstream, it's always there. I love it. ↗

— Saffron Burrows

#am #bloodstream #bones #definitely #get

I got a lot of support from my parents. That's the one thing I always appreciated. They didn't tell me I was being stupid; they told me I was being funny. ↗

— Jim Carrey

#appreciated #being #being funny #funny #got

We need to be a leadership position about protecting minors on the Internet and, more importantly, giving the parents the tools they need to protect them. ↗

— Peter Chernin

#giving #importantly #internet #leadership #minors

My parents were missionaries - I was born in the States but I grew up in Brazil. ↗

— Arto Lindsay

#brazil #grew #i #i was born #missionaries

Every summer, my grandparents would rent a house on Balboa Island. They had the house next to Bob Hope's. I've been going down there all my life, to that whole area. ↗

— Mike Love

#been #bob #down #every #going

From birth to age 18 a girl needs good parents. From 18 to 35 she needs good looks. From 35 to 55 she needs a good personality. From 55 on, she needs good cash. ↗

— Sophie Tucker

#birth #cash #girl #good #good looks

Psychiatry enables us to correct our faults by confessing our parents' shortcomings. ↗

— Laurence J. Peter

#correct #enables #faults #our #parents

Mr. Lisbon knew his parental and neighborly duty entailed putting the retainer in a Ziploc bag, calling the Kriegers, and telling them their expensive orthodontal device was in safe keeping. Acts like theses -- simple, humane, conscientious, forgiving -- held life together. Only a few days earlier he would have been able to perform them. But now he took the retainer and dropped it in the toiler. He pressed the handle. The retainer, jostled int he surge, disappeared down the porcelain throat, and, when waters abated, floated triumphantly, mockingly, out, Mr. Lisbon waited for the tank to refill and flushed again, but the same thing happened. The replica of the boy's mouth clung to the white slope. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#grief #parents #society #death

Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest. ↗

— Debra Ginsberg

#children #motherhood #mothers #parenthood #parenting

Matthew knew that phrenology was nonsense, and yet, years later, he found himself making judgments similar to those made by his father; slippery people looked slippery; they really did. And how we become like our parents! How their scorned advice - based, we felt in our superiority, on prejudiced and muddled folk wisdom - how their opinions are subsequently borne out by our own discoveries and sense of the world, one after one. And as this happens, we realise with increasing horror that proposition which we would never have entertained before: our mothers were right! ↗

— Alexander McCall Smith

#parents #love