Oh, brothers and sisters, families can be forever! Do not let the lures [or the irritants] of the moment draw you away from them! Divinity, eternity, and family–they go together, hand in hand, and so must we!
If knowledge is lacking, your destruction is inevitable.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
A family without a black sheep is not a typical family.
Millions of deaths would not have happened if it weren’t for the consumption of alcohol. The same can be said about millions of births.
June is gazing at Michael with a glow about her face, a well of feeling for her husband. Leo and Stephen are also looking at their father, Leo’s expression sympathetic, nearly teary. The three of them as they look at Michael are like magnets, the ties drawing each one to him nearly visible. This is what family means, Nora thinks.
If we try to see something positive in everything we do, life won’t necessarily become easier but it becomes more valuable.
I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
As our lives speed up more and more, so do our children’s. We forget and thus they forget that there is nothing more important than the present moment. We forget and thus they forget to relax, to find spiritual solitude, to let go of the past, to quiet ambition, to fully enjoy the eating of a strawberry, the scent of a rose, the touch of a hand on a cheek…
Summertime, oh, summertime, pattern of life indelible, the fade-proof lake, the woods unshatterable, the pasture with the sweetfern and the juniper forever and ever . . . the cottages with their innocent and tranquil design, their tiny docks with the flagpole and the American flag floating against the white clouds in the blue sky, the little paths over the roots of the trees leading from camp to camp. This was the American family at play, escaping the city heat.