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Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.

A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another.
Other things may change us, but we start and end with family.
Love, by reason of its passion, destroys the in-between which relates us to and separates us from others. As long as its spell lasts, the only in-between which can insert itself between two lovers is the child, love's own product. The child, this in-between to which the lovers now are related and which they hold in common, is representative of the world in that it also separates them; it is an indication that they will insert a new world into the existing world. Through the child, it is as though the lovers return to the world from which their love had expelled them. But this new worldliness, the possible result and the only possibly happy ending of a love affair, is, in a sense, the end of love, which must either overcome the partners anew or be transformed into another mode of belonging together.
A farmer who had a quarrelsome family called his sons and told them to lay a bunch of sticks before him. Then, after laying the sticks parallel to one another and binding them, he challenged his sons, one after one, to pick up the bundle and break it. They all tried, but in vain. Then, untying the bundle, he gave them the sticks to break one by one. This they did with the greatest ease. Then said the father, Thus, my sons, as long as you remain united, you are a match for anything, but differ and separate, and you are undone.
A friend who is near and dear may in time become as useless as a relative.
So much of what is best in us is bound up in our love of family, that it remains the measure of our stability because it measures our sense of loyalty. All other pacts of love or fear derive from it and are modeled upon it.
Family life is too intimate to be preserved by the spirit of justice. It can be sustained by a spirit of love which goes beyond justice.
Fewer and fewer Americans possess objects that have a patina, old furniture, grandparents pots and pans -- the used things, warm with generations of human touch, essential to a human landscape. Instead, we have our paper phantoms, transistorized landscapes. A featherweight portable museum.
The family is the test of freedom; because the family is the only thing that the free man makes for himself and by himself.
The parents age must be remembered, both for joy and anxiety.
Why do grandparents and grandchildren get along so well? They have the same enemy -- the mother.
The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.
Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family: Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.
Nor need we power or splendor, wide hall or lordly dome; the good, the true, the tender- these form the wealth of home.
Where can a person be better than in the bosom of their family.
Family is the most important thing in the world.
Parents: persons who spend half their time worrying how a child will turn out, and the rest of the time wondering when a child will turn in.
Of all my wife's relations I like myself the best.
To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what ultimate exile?
Dance like no one is watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like no one is listening, Live like it's heaven on earth.
Happiness comes more from loving than being loved; and often when our affection seems wounded it is only our vanity bleeding. To love, and to be hurt often, and to love again -- this is the brave and happy life.
It is quite true what Philosophy says: that Life must be understood backwards. But that makes one forget the other saying: that it must be lived --forwards. The more one ponders this, the more it comes to mean that life in the temporal existence never becomes quite intelligible, precisely because at no moment can I find complete quiet to take the backward-looking position.
Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forward.
Life must be lived forward, but can only be understood backwards.
Our salvation is in striving to achieve what we know we'll never achieve.
Two basic rules of life: 1. Change is Inevitable 2. Everyone Resists Change. Remember this: When you are through changing... you're through.
Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.
The days are too short even for love; how can there be enough time for quarreling?
Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.
A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.
The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
The way I see it, you should live everyday like it's your birthday.
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see What petty follies they themselves commit
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
we make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give".
We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in Gods good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.
Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale; 'twas Christmas told the merriest tale; a Christmas gambol oft could cheer the poor man's heart through half the year.
There are some people who want to throw their arms round you simply because it is Christmas; there are other people who want to strangle you simply because it is Christmas.
He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.
Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day. Their old familiar carols play. And wild and sweet the words repeat. Of peace on earth goodwill to men.
Your friendship is a glowing ember Through the year; and each December From its warm and living spark We kindle flame against the dark And with its shining radiance light Our tree of faith on Christmas night.
Call a truce, then, to our labors -- let us feast with friends and neighbors, and be merry as the custom of our caste; for if faint and forced the laughter, and if sadness follow after, we are richer by one mocking Christmas past.
Be tolerant of the human race. Your whole family belongs to it -- and some of your spouse's family does too.
Family jokes, though rightly cursed by strangers, are the bond that keeps most families alive.
You hear a lot of dialogue on the death of the American family. Families aren't dying. They're merging into big conglomerates.
Like all the best families, we have our share of eccentricities, of impetuous and wayward youngsters and of family disagreements.
Families with babies and families without babies are sorry for each other.
Holidays are in no sense an alternative to the congestion and bustle of cities and work. Quite the contrary. People look to escape into an intensification of the conditions of ordinary life, into a deliberate aggravation of those conditions: further from nature, nearer to artifice, to abstraction, to total pollution, to well above average levels of stress, pressure, concentration and monotony -- this is the ideal of popular entertainment. No one is interested in overcoming alienation; the point is to plunge into it to the point of ecstasy. That is what holidays are for.
Celebrate the happiness that friends are always giving, make every day a holiday and celebrate just living!
A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell.
One of the joys our technological civilization has lost is the excitement with which seasonal flowers and fruits were welcomed; the first daffodil, strawberry or cherry are now things of the past, along with their precious moment of arrival. Even the tangerine -- now a satsuma or clementine -- appears de-pipped months before Christmas.
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.
Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.
I have found out in later years that my family was very poor, but the glory of America is that we didn't know it. [On his childhood]
A people that values its privileges above its principles soon loses both.
What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight; it's the size of the fight in the dog.
The older I get the more wisdom I find in the ancient rule of taking first things first. A process which often reduces the most complex human problem to a manageable proportion.
Motivation is the art of getting people to do what you want them to do because they want to do it.
Too bad that all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving taxicabs and cutting hair.
To many a man, and sometimes to a youth, there comes the opportunity to choose between honorable competence and tainted wealth. The young man who starts out to be poor and honorable, holds in his hand one of the strongest elements of success.
Men, their rights and nothing more; women, their rights and nothing less.
The true Republic: men, their rights and nothing more; women, their rights and nothing less.
When women go wrong, men go right after them.
A women knows how to keep quiet when she is in the right, whereas a man, when he is in the right, will keep on talking.
Men now monopolize the upper levels depriving women of their rightful share of opportunities for incompetence.
The history of progress is written in the blood of men and women who have dared to espouse an unpopular cause, as, for instance, the black man's right to his body, or woman's right to her soul.
The preservation of life seems to be rather a slogan than a genuine goal of the anti-abortion forces; what they want is control. Control over behavior: power over women. Women in the anti-choice movement want to share in male power over women, and do so by denying their own womanhood, their own rights and responsibilities.
The emancipation of women is practically the greatest egoistic movement of the nineteenth century, and the most intense affirmation of the right of the self that history has yet seen.
The embattled gates to equal rights indeed opened up for modern women, but I sometimes think to myself: That is not what I meant by freedom -- it is only social progress.
If the abstract rights of man will bear discussion and explanation, those of women, by a parity of reasoning, will not shrink from the same test: though a different opinion prevails in this country.
Elizabeth Taylor is pre-feminist woman. This is the source of her continuing greatness and relevance. She wields the sexual power that feminism cannot explain and has tried to destroy. Through stars like Taylor, we sense the world-disordering impact of legendary women like Delilah, Salome, and Helen of Troy. Feminism has tried to dismiss the femme fatale as a misogynist libel, a hoary clich?. But the femme fatale expresses women's ancient and eternal control of the sexual realm. The specter of the femme fatale stalks all men's relations with women.
Feminism is an entire world view or gestalt, not just a laundry list of women's issues.
Our job is not to set things right but to see them right.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.
Success is going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.
The pessimist sees difficulty in every opportunity. The optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.
Immature love says: I love you because I need you. Mature love says: I need you because I love you.
Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
Help others achieve their dreams and you will achieve yours.
Half of the American people never read a newspaper. Half never voted for President. One hopes it is the same half.
Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.
Once upon a time all the animals in the zoo decided that they would disarm, and they arranged to have a conference to arrange the matter. So the Rhinoceros said when he opened the proceedings that the use of teeth was barbarous and horrible and ought to be strictly prohibited by general consent. Horns, which were mainly defensive weapons, would, of course, have to be allowed. The Buffalo, the Stag, the Porcupine, and even the little Hedgehog all said they would vote with the Rhino, but the Lion and the Tiger took a different view. They defended teeth and even claws, which they described as honourable weapons of immemorial antiquity. The Panther, the Leopard, the Puma, and the whole tribe of small cats all supported the Lion and the Tiger. Then the Bear spoke. He proposed that both teeth and horns should be banned and never used again for fighting by any animal. It would be quite enough if animals were allowed to give each other a good hug when they quarreled. No one could object to that. It was so fraternal, and that would be a great step towards peace. However, all the other animals were very offended with the Bear, and the Turkey fell into a perfect panic. The discussion got so hot and angry, and all those animals began thinking so much about horns and teeth and hugging when they argued about the peaceful intentions that had brought them together that they began to look at one another in a very nasty way. Luckily the keepers were able to calm them down and persuade them to go back quietly to their cages, and they began to feel quite friendly with one another again.
If violence is wrong in America, violence is wrong abroad. If it is wrong to be violent defending black women and black children and black babies and black men, then it is wrong for America to draft us, and make us violent abroad in defense of her. And if it is right for America to draft us, and teach us how to be violent in defense of her, then it is right for you and me to do whatever is necessary to defend our own people right here in this country.
Both men and women are fallible. The difference is, women know it.
Men who want to support women in our struggle for freedom and justice should understand that it is not terrifically important to us that they learn to cry; it is important to us that they stop the crimes of violence against us.
Thou art blind to the danger of marrying a woman who feels and acts out the principle of equal rights.
I became a feminist as an alternative to becoming a masochist.
There has come into existence, chiefly in America, a breed of men who claim to be feminists. They imagine that they have understood what women want and that they are capable of giving it to them. They help with the dishes at home and make their own coffee in the office, basking the while in the refulgent consciousness of virtue. Such men are apt to think of the true male feminists as utterly chauvinistic.
Just because we're sisters under the skin doesn't mean we've got much in common.
The fundamental impulse of the movement is neither masturbatory nor concretely lesbian -- although it of course offers warm house to both these possibilities; it is an impulse to maidenhood -- to that condition in which a woman might pretend to a false fear or loathing of the penis in order to escape from any responsibility for the pleasure and well-being of the man who possesses it.
The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.
I hate discussions of feminism that end up with who does the dishes, she said. So do I. But at the end, there are always the damned dishes.
In politics women type the letters, lick the stamps, distribute the pamphlets and get out the vote. Men get elected.
A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.
I am a staunch feminist, in spite of all women's magazines.
Women have been taught that, for us, the earth is flat, and that if we venture out, we will fall off the edge. Some of us have ventured out nevertheless, and so far we have not fallen off. It is my faith, my feminist faith, that we will not.
Male supremacy has kept woman down. It has not knocked her out.
If I were a woman, I would never trust men who say they are feminists. Either they are acting out of guilt, trying to establish credentials, or they think they might be able to pick up more girls. If I were a woman, I would say, go away and have your first period. Then come back and tell me you are a feminist.
Back in the days when men were hunters and chest beaters and women spent their whole lives worrying about pregnancy or dying in childbirth, they often had to be taken against their will. Men complained that women were cold, unresponsive, frigid. They wanted their women wanton. They wanted their women wild. Now women were finally learning to be wanton and wild -- and what happened? The men wilted.
Women are an enslaved population -- the crop we harvest is children, the fields we work are houses. Women are forced into committing sexual acts with men that violate integrity because the universal religion -- contempt for women -- has as its first commandment that women exist purely as sexual fodder for men.
On one issue at least, men and women agree; they both distrust women.
Women are considered deep -- why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow.
Women have got to make the world safe for men since men have made it so darned unsafe for women.
Even the wisest men make fools of themselves about women, and even the most foolish women are wise about men.
Suffrage is the pivotal right.
Cautious, careful people always casting about to preserve their reputation or social standards never can bring about reform. Those who are really in earnest are willing to be anything or nothing in the world's estimation, and publicly and privately, in season and out, avow their sympathies with despised ideas and their advocates, and bear the consequences.
People call me feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.
I wanted to be the first woman to burn her bra, but it would have taken the fire department four days to put it out.
I am a feminist, and what that means to me is much the same as the meaning of the fact that I am Black: it means that I must undertake to love myself and to respect myself as though my very life depends upon self-love and self-respect.
The world remains ever the same.
The world is a fine place worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.
The unity of freedom has never relied on uniformity of opinion.
Unity to be real must stand the severest strain without breaking.
Any unity which doesn't have its origin in the multitudes is tyranny.
The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone who thinks and feels with us, and who, though distant is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.
Now there is one outstanding important fact regarding spaceship earth, and that is that no instruction book came with it.
The world does not need tourists who ride by in a bus clucking their tongues. The world as it is needs those who will love it enough to change it, with what they have, where they are.
The world is getting to be such a dangerous place, a man is lucky to get out of it alive.
Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a big furry goddess-creature who resembles everybody's mom in that she knows what's best for us. But if you look at the historical record -- Krakatoa, Mt. Vesuvius, Hurricane Charley, poison ivy, and so forth down the ages -- you have to ask yourself: Whose side is she on, anyway?
I've been up the mountain and I had a choice. Should I come down? So I came down. God said, Okay, you've been up on the mountain, now you go down. You're on your own, free. Check in later, but now you're on your own.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts. His acts being seven ages.
The world is not growing worse and it is not growing better -- it is just turning around as usual.
Everything done in the world is done by hope.
To see the earth as we now see it, small and beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats, is to see ourselves as riders on the earth together, brothers on that bright loveliness in the unending night -- brothers who see now they are truly brothers.
The world does owe you a living, but it doesn't home deliver.
We are citizens of the world. The tragedy of our times is that we do not know this.
We could have saved the Earth but we were too damned cheap.
The beauties of the world are best seen by those who strive to reach them.
When you deplore the conditions in the world, ask yourself, am I part of the problem or part of the solution?
The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.
There'll be spring every year without you. England still will be here without you.
There'll be fruit on the tree.
And a shore by the sea.
There'll be crumpets and tea without you.

Art and music will thrive without you. Somehow Keats will survive without you.
And there still will be rain on that plain down in Spain,
even that will remain without you.
I can do without you.

You, dear friend, who taught so well,
You can go to Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire.

They can still rule with land without you.
Windsor Castle will stand without you.
And without much ado we can all muddle through without you.
Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
If the world is cold, make it your business to build fires.
The real world is not user-friendly
The earth is not a mere fragment of dead history, stratum upon stratum like the leaves of a book, to be studied by geologists and antiquaries chiefly, but living poetry like the leaves of a tree, which precede flowers and fruit -- not a fossil earth, but a living earth; compared with whose great central life all animal and vegetable life is merely parasitic. Its throes will heave our exuviate from their graves.
Like a ten-ton cake, the world is more than anyone can eat at one sitting. Select a piece of it, then enjoy the party.
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of your grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
I tell you one thing -- if you want peace of mind, do not find fault with others. Rather learn to see your own faults. Learn to make the whole world your own. No one is a stranger, my child; this whole world is your own.
The world is in your hands, now use it.
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
We are a nation of many nationalities, many races, many religionsbound together by a single unity, the unity of freedom and equality. Whoever seeks to set one nationality against another, seeks to degrade all nationalities. Whoever seeks to set one race against another seeks to enslave all races. Whoever seeks to set one religion against another, seeks to destroy all religion.

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