family-love

I am empowered and thankful for my parents_ love and support.

Spread love. Hug the people you care about and make sure they know that you care and appreciate them. Make it known to your friends and family that you love them.

I don't feel the need to explain my actions to her. I don't clarify, I don't doubt, I don't worry. I don't tell her everything, not anymore, but I tell her more than anyone else, by far. I tell her as much as I can.

It is wonderful to live together as brothers and sisters.

In the living room, the consensus among the guests was that Scotty__ looks favored his father, but the Judge was quick to disagree: __e doesn__ look a thing like me. He looks like an hors d'oeuvre.__earing this, Joan thought the following, and pledged it to herself, as both prayer and promise: You will be loved, Scotty Ocean.And while the guests laughed at the Judge__ remark, Joan leaned over and softly whispered to her newborn son, 'You will be loved.

Value supported family and friends.

When it comes to family, everything gets personal.

The most important parts of building a family are "God's Love" and "Meaningful Friendships.

The priceless gifts (life, love, joy, goodness, family, nature) are freely given by the Creator.

I think what a family is shouldn't be so hard to see. It should be the one thing people know just by looking at you.

Family is the only why of life

The best story to tell your kids is that of your own family.

If you have friends and family who love you unconditionally - you truly have everything!

I hear my family's voices in the jangling of my charms.

Bond is stronger than blood. The family grows stronger by bond.

Children are God's way to rekindle the dwindling magic in relationships.

BEWARE DON'T RUN AFTER A MIRAGEWe were happier when we were poor. We were happier when we did not have good food to eat or good clothes to wear. We were happier when we did not have a luxurious life. We were happier when we did not have our own house because we had a home, a family and understood, loved and lived for each other. I have failed to understand what we run after even when we have all.

The place of horror turns out to be no more than a green scoop, sometimes shadowed, sometimes shining with the bilberries and grass within it, as if a mouth had opened from which streamed a beam of light. So my uncle Robert's death, which had looked from a distance to be an all-consuming tragedy was, close-up, the story of a man finding release from his pain and how his brother had showed such defiant love. The past was a grave, a trap - and yet, also neither of these. Just light, coming and going.At the wolf pit you imagine you will stare into a hole littered with bones, but what draws you to that place is not what you take from it. The wolf pit seems a delicate illusion. You walk towards it; there is nothing, just a curve of the moor; then it is a soft green light, and then it is nothing again.