Family Lessons Quotes

My dad taught me true words you have to use in every relationship. Yes, baby.

One of the great things my grandparents and grandparents taught me was, there are those who don't have your best interests at heart.

I learnt a whole lot from my mother. About music, relationships, being a good person, loving people, the whole of life. I learnt about everything from her. Every single day I think about her. All through the day.

Sleep every chance you get. Eat every chance you get. Those were two of the many lessons that Kat learned at her father’s knee and her uncle’s table.

If anything, my mother taught me how to sur-thrive. That's my word for it.

Mother's room, and mother's need for privacy become a valuable lesson in respect for other people's rights.

I learned everything I know about music from my parents and my sisters.

I learn from my family. And it's not like I learn from them on the sets only.

Lessons learned in the home, last the longest.

I loved my own Grandparents with all my heart. I learned important lessons from them about how to treat people, how to cook and how to work.....they showered us kids with love and left the parenting to Momma and Daddy. That's the beauty of being a grandparent - the hard work belongs to someone else. I guess I never really understood the depth of their love for me until I became a grandmother myself... it is unlike any other relationship.

My dad has always taught me these words: care and share.

My sister taught me how to use my voice, and my brother taught me how to play guitar.

I have a lot of older brothers who messed up in different ways in my mother's eyes. So I learned from all of their mistakes.

My mother is a ball of fire in the world, and I love that about her. But what I have learned from my stepdad is something as important, which is patience and compassion. Because when you are living with someone else, those two qualities go a long way.

I love when I teach my son a good lesson. But I love it even more when he teaches me.

As I entered this world, I would leave behind the nurturing of my family and my home, but in another sense I would take their protection with me. The lessons I had learned, the feelings of groundedness and belonging that have been woven into my character there, would be my companions on the journey.

One of the greatest gifts my father gave me - unintentionally - was witnessing the courage with which he bore adversity.

My daddy - whenever he wanted to teach us a lesson, he'd tell us a story. It's an Old South tradition.

The one thing my mom taught me was to never go to bed without washing my face, and so I wash my face at least twice a day.

I remain patient because my mom taught me growing up to be grateful for everything.

I wrote the children's books, and those were wonderful tributes to my life as a daughter and a mother and just a thank-you to my parents for all the lessons in life they had passed on to me that I could pass onto my child and to other kids around the world.

My mom was never afraid to say, 'I'm sorry. I screwed up.' I feel like that's an important lesson.

I learned about community organizing from my parents. As a child, their stories were so instructive.

My own back yard, and my mom and dad's back yard, is where I learned about tomatoes and weeds and daily maintenance.

Growing up in my family, it wasn't important that we always be the best; it was important that we were going to try to be our best and give it our all.