Sherwin B. Nuland Quotes

I had a low image of myself because I was brought up in the deep Depression.

My father was an urchin that lived in Hell's Kitchen. He was part of a family of nine. I mean, there were times that were better and worse, but mostly, by the time we got to L.A., they'd lost whatever they had. And it was a sad time. And both he and I became truck drivers for different companies.

It's heartbreaking to see so many people trapped in a web of enforced idleness, deep debt, and gnawing self-doubt.

I mean, when you grow up in the inner city and you grow up in a single-parent household, that's - those are humbling times, you know?

I grew up in Manchester, and we were very poor. My father was a miner who joined the Navy during the war and developed a lung disease and had to have a lung removed.

An alcoholic father, poverty, my own juvenile diabetes, the limited English my parents spoke - although my mother has become completely bilingual since. All these things intrude on what most people think of as happiness.

I had a really hard time growing up; we were a large family, and we didn't have much money at home.

There seem to be many causes of depression. One cause is profound loss, grief. Economic hardship we know is linked to depression. We don't have a full picture.

When I was a child, I was living in the housing projects of Philadelphia. I didn't even have a Christmas tree.

I grew up with a family that had very little and were at times homeless.

I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne.

The Depression did more to me than being a little Lebanese kid did.

I grew up in a family struggling for work.

I grew up in a low-income family. I was raised by a single mother.

We weren't the most fortunate family growing up.

When I was in senior year of high school, my mom lost her job, we lost our house, and we had to move in with my uncle and my aunt.

My mom got 11 kids. We struggled.

I come from a family of eight on public assistance, my parents were separated. My mother struggled, my father struggled.

Being an immigrant mother can be hard, but being a poor immigrant mother is much harder. You don't generally get to sit in cafes polishing your French by reading 'Le Monde.'

My parents used to struggle to put food on our plates. Whatever little money they got, we had to make do with it.

Down to my last dime and coming apart at the seams. I'm messed up in Mexico, living on refried dreams.

I was a poor kid, and my mom was a single mother of three.

Economic privation proceeds by easy stages, and so long as men suffer it patiently the outside world cares little.

Last time I talked to her she didn't sound like herself. She's depressed. It's awful what happens when people run out of money. They start thinking they're no good.