Best Grandmother Quotes

I believe in things I can count on, like beer and ESPN and my grandmother’s pecan pie.

When your mother asks, ‘Do you want a piece of advice?’ it is a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.

I’ve an enormous respect for my mother who at the age of 39 raised three children, and I grew up with my grandmother in the household. And so it was a really strong household of women – my poor brother! It was great growing up with so many generations of women.

Elephants and grandchildren never forget.

What was so moving for [Diane Wilson], and also for me, is that she felt the Bay itself was like her grandmother. She said, I don’t think there’s a woman alive who would give up fighting for her child, or her mother, or her grandmother.

I’m the only person in my family who can’t sing. My grandmother was an opera singer and all of her kids were in church five days a week – or between church and vocal lessons at Carnegie Hall. But my mom had her first studio experience recording on my album. She’s used to having to fill the room, so she had to adjust to the microphone and not sing opera.

A mother becomes a true grandmother the day she stops noticing the terrible things her children do because she is so enchanted with the wonderful things her grandchildren do.

Grandmothers are to life what the Ph.D. is to education. There is nothing you can feel, taste, expect, predict, or want that the grandmothers in your family do not know about in detail.

My love of storytelling comes from oral tradition, the stories from my grandmother and conversations with [my] mother. The world is full of discussions of condensation, drifts, misunderstanding, repetition. These are the materials I work with. My debt is to these women.

I imagine witches to be people who sit around like my witty grandmother, people who are injustice collectors or humiliation collectors. I choose to imagine that’s what a witch is. The reason witches are so evil is because they’re so unhappy and so hurt.

I embrace the criticism, because ultimately (it means) the masses have seen it [my movie]. I embrace it for my father’s story, for my mother’s story, for my auntie, for my grandmother, who all got their teeth knocked out so I could be [where I am].

My mother came here to New York. She and my grandmother were domestics, cooking, cleaning for other people.

Race doesn’t mean what it used to in America anymore. It just doesn’t. Obama’s black, but he’s not black the way people used to define that. Is black your experience or the color of your skin? My experience is as a Mexican immigrant, more so than someone like George Lopez. He’s from California. But he’ll be treated as an immigrant. I am an outsider. My abuelita, my grandmother, didn’t speak English. My whole family on my dad’s side is in Mexico. I won’t ever be called that or treated that way, but it was my experience.

My mom, Irmelin, taught me the value of life. Her own life was saved by my grandmother during World War II.

When I approach a more mature age, I am not going to live in America. Visiting my grandmother, when she was 94, which is a very long life in Cambodia, I saw how important it was that she was in a community with my sisters, brothers and all grandchildren were so involved in her life. I liked that experience so much more than visiting my sister-in-law’s grandparents in a nursing home. It’s about looking at a community through your window versus being part of a community that’s alive, that is youthful and old and hungry and smelly and loud, where everything is vibrant and colorful.

My shape reminds me a lot of my grandmother, whom I was really close to. She died when I was 13, and we have a really similar body type, the squat New England woman who can roll out dough and bring in your lawnmower. That’s kind of the vibe of my body, and I’m into it.

I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.

Growing up with country, R&B, gospel, and classical music from my grandmother and pop, Tuskegee was the perfect melting pot for my influences as a writer.

Me being in my grandmother’s yard in Brooklyn. I must have been about 3. I had this red balloon. I let go of it, and it went up into the sky and just kept going and going. I completely flipped out, because I didn’t understand why.

My grandmother was a teacher, my sister was a teacher, my daughter was a teacher and is now a superintendent in northern California, and my son-in-law is a high school principal. I am surrounded.

So, if you have a grandma, thank the good Lord above, and give your grandmamma hugs and kisses, for grandmothers are to love.

Grandchildren are the dots that connect the lines from generation to generation.

I was lucky. My grandmother stepped up for me and said she would take responsibility for me and a compassionate juvenile judge took a chance and gave me one. They were getting ready to send me away to do real time, but they sent me instead to a juvenile alternative day school. And I guess that was the beginning of my turnaround.

To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost.

Anthropology is separated from mass reading, and that is something that bothered Margaret Mead. She always said that she wrote everything for her grandmother, in a way that her grandmother could understand what she was saying.

When my son will be born, my first goal will be for him. The rest, will be as always for my grandmother.

They pampered me, especially my grandmother … I loved her with all my heart.

The Challenge is to pry Bertie loose from Dain and his circle of oafish dengenerates, Jessica said severely. It would be far more profitable to pry Dain loose for yourself, said her grandmother. He is very wealthy, his lineage is excellent, he is young, strong, and healthy, and you feel a powerful attraction. He isn’t husband material. What I have described is perfect husband material. said her grandmother. I don’t want a husband. Jessica, no woman does who can regard men objectively. And you have always been magnificently objective.

As a child I knew almost nothing, nothing beyond what I had picked up in my grandmother’s house. All children, I suppose, come into the world like that, not knowing who they are.

Men call women faithless, changeable, and though they say it in jealousy of their own ever-threatened sexual honor, there is some truth in it. We can change our life, our being; no matter what our will is, we are changed. As the moon changes yet is one, so we are virgin, wife, mother, grandmother. For all their restlessness, men are who they are; once they put on the man’s toga they will not change again; so they make a virtue of that rigidity and resist whatever might soften it and set them free.

The Wise County Bookmobile is one of the most beautiful sights in the world to me. When I see it lumbering down the mountain road like a tank . . . I flag it down like an old friend. I’ve waited on this corner every Friday since I can remember. The Bookmobile is just a government truck, but to me it’s a glittering royal coach delivering stories and knowledge and life itself. I even love the smell of books. People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother’s house. I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count on the Bookmobile.

I thought, If I’m an ancestor and grandmother when I’m twenty-five, I should go peacefully to the real time when I’m an ancestor and a grandmother.

My grandmother used to embarrass me more, when she would pick me up from school wearing a big fuzzy hat. I didn’t like that.

My hero among heroes is my grandmother, she’s the epitome of strength and I try to mock that strength all the time. She’s a beast.

We have all felt those emotions in these last few days. So what I say to you now, as your queen and as a grandmother, I say from my heart.