Parent Quotes - Page 147

My parents will be sad for a while, and they may even blame themselves, the way they do now. Eventually they'll come to peace with my decision. I hope they'll realize I'm finally at peace.

I wish I could tell my parents, " If you want to help me, help me die.

If I had been living through the '80s, I probably would've gotten into a lot more trouble than my parents.

As you get older, all the things your parents said to you when you were younger ring true, but when you're younger, you reject them.

My parents came from different backgrounds. My father's was grander than my mother's, so my mother had... to put up with the disapproval of my father's relations.

My parents separated when I was eight. I grew up with my mom alone.

My parents subscribed to both Time and Newsweek and in 1978, I remember the covers of both that December were of the bodies in the jungle. The fact that many of the people who drank the cyanide - as well as Jim Jones himself - were originally from Indiana, that stayed with me. I wanted to know why they did such a baffling, horrendous thing, why they would kill their children.

Ever since I can remember feeling love for my parents, I've been frightened of losing them.

I have very smart parents. I feel I learned a lot from both of my parents and life experience.

He said he loved me,” she whispered. Daniel swallowed, and he had the strangest sensation, almost a premonition of what it must like to be a parent. Someday, God willing, he’d have a daughter, and that daughter would look like the woman standing in front of him, and if ever she looked at him with that bewildered expression, whispering, “He said he loved me . . .” Nothing short of murder would be an acceptable response.

We go into parenting, and we discover that we don't have the answers. We are at a loss.

Young people realize that something is amiss. There's a generation that fell in love with their phones, and it's very hard for them to see that there's a problem. But young people are desperate for the attention of their parents, who are really not paying attention to them.

That's one of the surprises in the research, that's it's not young people who are smitten with their phones. It's their parents who are not paying attention to them.

My mother was adored by her family and by the scores of children she took care of and their parents, all of whom called her 'Miss Woody.

I was Little Miss Perfect. That's where all the secrets come in, because you know damn well you are not perfect, but you think your parents want you to be. And so you pretend.

There is a time in our life when we need to strut our stuff and groove on grandiosity, when we need to be viewed as remarkable and rare, when we need to exhibit ourself in front of a mirror that reflects our self-admiration, when we need a parent to function as that mirror.

We grow because the clamorous, permanent presence of our children forces us to put their needs before ours. We grow because our love for our children urges us to change as nothing else in our lives has the power to do. We grow (if we're willing to grow, that is: not every parent is willing) because being a parent helps us stop being a child.

Because we believe ourselves to be better parents than our parents, we expect to produce better children than they produced.

A young lady is a female child who has just done something dreadful.

Women's self didn't die; it had never been born. And when women insisted on their right to have a self, they weren't understood even by their husbands who cried, Haven't I given you enough? And by their parents who joined the crowd who deemed them selfish and responsible for all the problems in their marriage. I remember it all too well.

I suppose a child's first obligation is to become a stranger to his parents.

Parents don't realize that when they teach you about the Holocaust too early, it ruins you for life.

I know gay parents, and I support them and their families. They are good parents and loving families.

I always tell my students the same thing. And that's to live life, and to read very voraciously without any definite program. To travel, to meet people, to talk to people, to listen very carefully, and not interrupt, but listen to their own grandparents speak of their families.

I don't have children of my own so I can't say I know the plight of being a parent, but I can kinda understand some of the complexities of it.