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My mother never gave up one me. I messed up in school so much they were sending me home, but my mother sent me right back.
— Denzel Washington
My ultimate life dream project is my kids. My family.
— Denzel Washington
I wasn't allowed to go to movies when I was kid my father was a minister. 101 Dalmatians and King of Kings, that was the extent of it.
— Denzel Washington
We want time in with our kids not time out.
— Andy Stanley
There is no school equal to a decent home and no teacher equal to a virtuous parent.
— Mahatma Gandhi
God is the designer of the family.
— Gordon Hinckley
The thing I know for sure is that at the end of my life, what I'm going to remember is the love I felt for my family and my friends, and whatever good I did for other people.
— Barack Obama
All this is to say that it's not your fault that you're fucked up. It's your fault if you stay fucked up, but the foundation of your fuckedupedness is something that's been passed down through generations of your family, like a coat of arms or a killer cornbread recipe, or in my case, equating confrontation with heart failure. When
— Jen Sincero
but the foundation of your fuckedupedness is something that's been passed down through generations of your family, like a coat of arms or a killer cornbread recipe, or in my case, equating confrontation with heart failure.
— Jen Sincero
Of course, the ideal scenario for parenting is obviously two parents of a mature age.
— Jennifer Aniston
The weaknesses, failures, and sins of our family are the places where we learn that we need grace too. It is there, in those dark mercies, that God teaches us to be humbly dependent. It is there that He draws near to us and sweetly reveals His grace. Paul's suffering teaches us to reinterpret our thorn. Instead of seeing it as a curse, we are to see it as the very thing that keeps us pinned close to the Lord.
— Elyse Fitzpatrick
Winter is not here yet. There's a little flower, up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up and pluck it to show papa?
— Emily Bronte