Family Discord Quotes

Race is set against race, party against party, religion against religion, neighbor against neighbor, and child against parent

Is it not hard that even those who are with us should be against us - that a man's enemies, in some degree, should be those of the same household of faith? Yet so it is.

An oligarchy of race, where the Saxon rules the African, might be endured; but this oligarchy of sex which makes father, brothers, husband, sons, the oligarchs over the mother and sisters, the wife and daughters of every household... carries discord and rebellion into every home of the nation.

To be quite frank and honest with you, it drives me absolutely crazy when my kids fight, the sound of them fighting and not getting along.

If the Great Way perishes there will morality and duty. When cleverness and knowledge arise great lies will flourish. When relatives fall out with one another there will be filial duty and love. When states are in confusion there will be faithful servants.

There are members - very, very close and dear members - of my family - I'm talking immediate family - who simply don't speak to me anymore and haven't done so for years. My marriage fell apart.

Me and my dad are kind of distant since my mom and him separated.

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.

There was a ton of fighting between my mother and father. The kids would be thrown into the middle, to choose sides.

I have members of my immediate family, and my wife's immediate family, who voted for Donald Trump, and now there's this gulf that I have no interest in bridging however much I love those people. It's almost like the Civil War.

My parents' marriage was very rocky. They were always arguing. When they split up when I was in my 20s, my brother and I were both delighted because we knew they weren't good for each other.

No hatred is so bitter as that of near relations.

The so-called right to abortion has pitted mothers against their children and women against men. It has sown violence and discord at the heart of the most intimate human relationships. It has aggravated the derogation of the father's role in an increasingly fatherless society. It has portrayed the greatest of gifts--a child--as a competitor, an intrusion and an inconvenience.. .

I realize it is normal to argue. I almost missed World War II watching my parents fight.

You think we're a family,' Cody said, turning back. 'You think we're some jolly, situation-comedy family when we're in particles, torn apart, torn all over the place, and our mother was a witch.

If I raised my hand to wipe the hair out of my children's eyes, they'd flinch and call their attorney.

My mother and I split ways when I was very young and have never really reconciled.

My mother and father didn't love each other, so they were always fighting.

Against the long years when family bonds make up all that is happiest in life, there must always be reckoned those moments of agitation and revolution, during which the bosom of a family is the most unrestful and disturbing place in existence.

My father's politics did not influence mine. In fact, we disagreed on a fair amount of stuff.

I got into a lot of trouble. Maybe that's why my parents didn't really like me and I didn't blend in with my family. I was always the naughty one.

It's impossible for everybody to be in sync, even the most proper family.

There was a lot of turmoil in my family.

Things at home are crossways, and Betsy and I are out.

What, at peace with the Father and at war with the children? It cannot be.