Your Barney?” Cole’s eyebrows shot up.
“Yours?”
“He’s mine all right!” Claire replied.
“Everyone in this family belongs to everyone else – belongs with everyone else, rather. I’ve looked after him for a year now – ironed his shirts, made his school lunches, told him stories. I made that dressing gown he’s wearing, whereas no one knew you were alive this time last week. But what matters most is that he wants to be ours and he doesn’t want to be yours. That’s what counts.
Mots clés inspirational family-relationships
I believe a family can be like that sports team. A successful family wins as a team. But if its members are intent upon winning their own individual battles with one another, the team loses. A winning solution is to work out the differences and, when it’s over, let it be over. Then they can get back in the game as a team.
Steve GoodierMots clés power family winning conflict family-relationships teamwork differences power-struggle conflict-in-families successful-families successful-relationships
...it isn’t things and proximity, or even blood that holds us all together. What makes a family is love and loyalty.
Genevieve DeweyMots clés love family family-relationships loyalty
Never surrender your hopes and dreams to the fateful limitations others have placed on their own lives. The vision of your true destiny does not reside within the blinkered outlook of the naysayers and the doom prophets. Judge not by their words, but accept advice based on the evidence of actual results. Do not be surprised should you find a complete absence of anything mystical or miraculous in the manifested reality of those who are so eager to advise you. Friends and family who suffer the lack of abundance, joy, love, fulfillment and prosperity in their own lives really have no business imposing their self-limiting beliefs on your reality experience.
Anthon St. MaartenMots clés imagination advice love vision fate dreams fulfillment miracles intention self-limiting-beliefs destiny friendships self-improvement family-relationships self-motivation prosperity self-belief limitations mystical self-denial reality-expectation hopes law-of-attraction miraculous reality-dreams cynics bad-luck happiness-fulfillment-desire advise-yourself self-growth manifestation false-beliefs reality-creation advise fulfilling-your-potential manifesting abundance-creation fulfilling-purpose happiness-positive-outlook reality-tunnel fulfilment prosperity-consciousness manifest-your-bliss joyful-living naysayers faith-in-yourself intentional-living doom-prophets happiness-choice lack-consciousness scarcity-mentality self-limitation
Some secret of nurture withered a generation or two before I arrived, if it had ever existed before among the poor, marginalized people on the edges of Europe from whom I descend. Both my parents grew up with a deep sense of poverty that was mostly emotional but that they imagined as material long after they clambered into the middle class, and so they were more like a pair of rivalrous older siblings than parents who see their children as extensions of themselves and their hopes. They were stuck in separateness.
I didn't realize anything was odd until I was already on my own and found out that not everyone's parents cut them off financially as soon as the law allowed. I tried to leave home unsuccessfully at fourteen and fifteen and sixteen and did so successfully at seventeen, heading off to another country, as far away as I could go, and once I got there I realized I was more on my own than I had anticipated: I was henceforth entirely repsonsible for myself and thus began a few years of poverty.
Mots clés family parents poverty family-relationships coming-of-age 27-28
When my friends began to have babies and I came to comprehend the heroic labor it takes to keep one alive, the constant exhausting tending of a being who can do nothing and demands everything, I realized that my mother had done all of these things for me before I remembered. I was fed; I was washed; I was clothed; I was taught to speak and given a thousand other things, over and over again, hourly, daily, for years. She gave me everything before she gave me nothing.
Rebecca SolnitMots clés family children childhood motherhood babies mothers family-relationships mothering 29
I'd wrestled against the inner voice of my mother, the voice of caution, of duty, of fear of the unknown, the voice that said the world was dangerous and safety was always the first measure and that often confused pleasure with danger, the mother who had, when I'd moved to the city, sent me clippings about young women who were raped and murdered there, who elaborated on obscure perils and injuries that had never happened to her all her life, and who feared mistakes even when the consequences were minor. Why go to Paradise when the dishes aren't done? What if the dirty dishes clamor more loudly than Paradise?
Rebecca SolnitMots clés family motherhood mothers family-relationships coming-of-age 33-34
My sister and I are so close that we finish each other’s sentences and often wonder who’s memories belong to whom.
Shannon CelebiMots clés family memories family-relationships sisterhood sisters siblings closeness close sister sister-bond
We didn’t want to admit it then, but we were friends. Best friends.
Shannon CelebiMots clés friends family family-relationships sisterhood sisters sister family-relationship best-friends besties
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