Browsing Topic Best Grandmother Quotes

You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.

If you would civilize a man, begin with his grandmother.

Elephants and grandchildren never forget.

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.

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’m a very positive person. My grandmother taught me that happiness is both a skill and a decision, and you are responsible for the outcome.

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

These days, it’s often women in uniform – moms, wives, even grandmothers – who deploy and leave their families behind.

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

I can no more disown (Jeremiah Wright) than I can disown the black community. I can no more disown him than I can my white grandmother – a woman who helped raise me, a woman who sacrificed again and again for me, a woman who loves me as much as she loves anything in this world, but a woman who once confessed her fear of black men who passed by her on the street, and who on more than one occasion has uttered racial or ethnic stereotypes that made me cringe.

My great grandmother threw herself in front of a bus. The police tried to say she was committed suicide but the family knew she was just trying to stop civil rights.

Soaps are one of the few areas on TV that really embrace older women. In drama, there’s this ridiculous invisibility for women between the ages of 40 and 60. Unless you’re old enough to play a grandmother, there just aren’t the roles.

My grandmother was the daughter of pioneers, as was my grandfather, and they were farmers. And they worked the land, and there is a grounded value system that becomes inherent in knowing what’s real and what’s powerful. And understanding the material nature of not only man, but beasts and profit and all of those things that you fight for.

My paternal grandmother would not light a fire on the Sabbath and piled all Sunday’s washing-up in a bucket, to be dealt with on Monday morning, because the Sabbath was a day of rest–a practice that made my paternal grandfather, the village atheist, as mad as fire. Nevertheless, he willed five quid to the minister, just to be on the safe side.

There are surprisingly few real students of the game in baseball; partly because everybody, my eighty-three year old grandmother included, thinks they learned all there was to know about it at puberty. Baseball is very beguiling that way.

The latest page I’ve been working is about the organization of the pantheon of the gods. Who’s indebted to whom, how they are related, who screwed whose uncle or grandmother, all of that.

One of the things for me, as a biographer, that is so significant is for Eleanor Roosevelt – the child who never had a home of her own, who lives in her grandmother’s home and then goes to school and then gets married and lives in her mother-in-law’s homes, and then in public housing (like the White House and the State House) – housing becomes for Eleanor Roosevelt the most important issue.

And her [Eleanor Roosevelt] Grandmother Hall provided her really with a quite wonderful education, and a freedom that, within the framework of Tivoli (which is a framework of discipline and order) is also a very encouraging and loving one.

Not so cold, some snow fell. I went inside the log cabin and said goodbye to Mother, she was so alike grandmother, just younger.

What is it about grandparents that is so lovely? I’d like to say that grandparents are God’s gifts to children.

I phoned my grandparents and my grandfather said ‘We saw your movie.’ ‘Which one?’ I said. He shouted ‘Betty, what was the name of that movie I didn’t like?

I think mothers and daughters are meant to give birth to each other, over and over; that is why our challenges to each other are so fierce; that is why, when love and trust have not been too badly blemished or destroyed, the teaching and learning one from the other is so indelible and bittersweet. We daughters must risk losing the only love we instinctively feel we can’t live without in order to be who we are, and I am convinced this sends a message to our mothers to break their own chains, though they may be anchored in prehistory and attached to their own great grandmothers’ hearts.

My grandmother stepped back into the kitchen to get their drinks. I had come to love her more after death than I ever had on Earth. I wish I could say that in that moment in the kitchen she decided to quit drinking, but I now saw that drinking was a part of what made her who she was. If the worst of what she left on Earth was a legacy of inebriated support, it was a good legacy in my book. ~Susie’s grandmother, Lynn pgs 315-316

My grandmother always told me how you start is how you finish.

And so our mothers and grandmothers have, more often than not anonymously, handed on the creative spark, the seed of the flower they themselves never hoped to see – or like a sealed letter they could not plainly read.

As a child, I was raised with my grandmother, alongside all my cousins, and the kitchen was always full.

In a sense, my grandmother was living in the Iron Age. There was no system of writing among the nomads. Metal artifacts were rare and precious…. The first time she saw a white person my grandmother was in her thirties: she thought this person’s skin had burned off.

I think her Grandmother Hall gave her a great sense of family love, and reassurance. Her grandmother did love her, like her father, unconditionally. And despite the order and the discipline – and home at certain hours and out at certain hours and reading at certain hours – there was a surprising amount of freedom. Eleanor Roosevelt talks about how the happiest moments of her days were when she would take a book out of the library, which wasn’t censored.

I was an early reader, and my grandmother, who as a child had been forbidden to read by a father who believed books to be frivolous time-wasters, delighted in putting her favorite volumes into her grandchildren’s hands.

coming to the end of spring / my grandmother kicks off her shoes / steps out of her faltering body.

I know what it is like to be brought up with unconditional love. In my life that came from my grandmother.

I did not have any problem with speaking up because my mother, my family, my grandmother, my aunt – I grew up in a family dominated by women – always encouraged me to do so. And if a girl is unafraid, then the world is her oyster.

I grew up in a very British family who had been transplanted to Canada, and my grandmother’s house was filled with English books. I was a very early reader, so I was really brought up being surrounded with piles of British books and British newspapers, British magazines. I developed a really great love of England.

Jazz spent a chunk of the day fantasizing about ways to kill his grandmother, plotting them and planning them in the most excruciating, gruesome detail his imagination would allow. It turned out his imagination allowed quite a bit. He spent the rest of the day convincing himself–over and over–not to do it.

Our mothers and grandmothers … moving to music not yet written.