The family is the country of the heart.
It is within the families themselves where peace can begin.
We cannot destroy kindred: Our chains stretch a little sometimes, but they never break.
Many men can make a fortune but very few can build a family.
Happy or unhappy, families are all mysterious.
The family is changing not disappearing. We have to broaden our understanding of it, look for the new metaphors.
She used to drag her mattress besider her low window and lie awake for a long while, vibrating with excitement, as a machine vibrates from speed. Life rushed in upon her through that window – or so it seemed. In reality, of course, life rushes from within, not from without.
I know for sure that what we dwell on is who we become.