Aunts Quotes

I talk a lot about the men in my family because my mother died when I was little, and my grandmother died when my aunts were little, so we didn’t have those kinds of heads of household. But all the members of our household who were female were sort of living as equal and as wise as the male figures in our family.

I had aunts who played piano and sang and also were entertainers, so music was very much a part of my life.

Mum and Dad used to do a lot of entertaining. We had quite a nice house, so everybody descended on us at Christmas – aunts and uncles, who weren’t even aunts and uncles.

Art was a way of life in my family. My grandfather, N.C. Wyeth, who died a year before I was born, had been a prominent painter. So was my father, Andrew. My two aunts and two of my uncles also earned a living as painters.

Our house was always full of grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins.

My aunts told wonderful stories. Not to me, but to each other. We had a very strong family. My mother’s sisters loved each other intensely. The uncles loved each other intensely.

From Italy, I’d get calls from cousins and aunts saying, ‘I don’t think you should act. It’s really tough. What are the chances?’ This was around the time ‘Flashdance’ came out, and I was like, ‘What about your dreams? I’m a maniac.’

I didn’t come from a background where I saw a lot of loving couples. All my aunts and uncles were either split up or fighting all the time. The only healthy relationships I saw were on TV.

My favorite team is the Bengals. In Idaho, we didn’t really have a home team. But my parents are from Ohio, and when I was a little kid, my aunts and uncles would send me Boomer Esiason T-shirts and Ickey Woods mini-footballs, so I got hooked on those guys.

We all draw inspiration from women whose names make the headlines and whose stories are in the history books, but often our greatest inspiration comes from our mothers, grandmothers, aunts, teachers, and friends.

We take a lot for granted as second wave feminists, what our mothers and aunts did for us.

There was a group of six women in my household. My mom, aunts and grandma. I watched them in the kitchen.

I’m from Chicago. My grandfather was a policeman, and my aunts are married to policemen.

Across the board, from my mother to my father to my aunts and uncles, everybody has always given me a lot of love.

I’m actually not making fun of my real parents. I’ve taken stereotypical traits of my real parents, my aunts, my uncles and parents of every race and put them into these two characters, who are just over-the-top ridiculous and super-alpha parents about everything.

Mom was a single mother. So three aunts and three uncles and all of mom’s friends pitched in as weekend warriors.

My mother was born in Burma, but my grandfather on her side was Indian-Spanish. So I have this quite exotic mix, which is reflected in my earliest memories, in our Wiltshire country kitchen, of gran, and aunts, cooking spicy stewy, casseroley curries, a version of Indian food with a Burmese twist.

Growing up in Georgia, it was sort of the last place to jump on the bandwagon of the integrated frontier. I have aunts and uncles and grandparents that experienced the ‘whites only’ and segregated schools.

I come from an enormous and very close family. I have over a dozen aunts and uncles in Pakistan, dozens of cousins. I have many close friends. I have received so much love in Lahore that the city always pulls me.

Parents, brothers and sisters, grandparents, aunts and uncles are made more powerful guides and rescuers by the bonds of love that are the very nature of a family.

Black men and women were not allowed to register to vote. My own mother, my own father, my grandfather and my uncles and aunts could not register to vote because each time they attempted to register to vote, they were told they could not pass the literacy test.

I am keenly aware that in writing about my mother, I am writing about my aunts’ sister, and that in writing about my grandmother, I’m writing about their mother. I know that my honesty about how my view of these people has changed over the years may be painful.

My only way of getting my uncles’ attention or aunts’ attention or whoever’s attention was by dancing and singing around the house.

I wasn’t what you would envision for the son of an Army man. I liked doll baby clothes and twirled a baton. But my aunts and uncles tell me how much he loved me.

I had a wonderful family including my aunts, uncles and cousins but they’ve all gone to heaven.

My mother didn’t play being disrespectful to women. I was around grandmas and aunts. You learned pretty quick to be respectful!

Mom was a smoker. My grandfather was a smoker. My aunts were smokers. My uncles were smokers. I don’t know any smokers now, not even my mom.

I feel like the most human among us are the weirdest among us. Those voices can be the most creative and the most special. You look around at your parents, your friends, your aunts and uncles, and you realize nobody is normal.

It was my mom and I against the world. We lived in New York in this bohemian lifestyle where an extended group of artists and photographers were like my aunts and uncles.

We live in a world where we have friends, neighbors, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, people we journey with for years who are gay. And we need to love, affirm and all of us together work on the real problems that we have in the world.

When I was growing up, Asians weren’t known for dancing. I knew all my older aunts and uncles did, like, ballroom dancing and stuff. And then you saw all those dance crews, like Quest and Jabbawockeez, and now they’re, like, known for dance.

I have two aunts and three cousins in Korea as well.

I had grown up in a world dominated by women – I had aunts and sisters and great-aunts – and I just felt like I lived in a completely female world.

I grew up with a posh English accent, and all my aunts sounded as if they came out of a Merchant Ivory movie.

There’s room for everyone, and everyone is wanted and needed. Whoopi showed me that. When I first saw ‘The Color Purple,’ it was so huge. That was the first time I had seen myself, my mother, my aunts, women that I had known my whole life on-screen. It gives us hope, and it gives us confidence.

My parents were brutal to each other, so I slept in the basement by an old coal-fired furnace. I became a street kid. Occasionally, I’d live with aunts or uncles, then I’d run away to live in the woods, trapping and hunting game to survive. The wilderness pulled at me; still does.

I shared a room with my parents until I was 7, and I lived with my uncles and aunts and my cousins and my grandfather… so the house was always full of people.

I have a big family. Even though it’s only three kids in our family, it’s always aunts and uncles and the whole thing.

But in the east the sky was pale and through the gray woods came lanterns with wagons and horses, bringing Grandpa and Grandma and aunts and uncles and cousins.

Basically, I grew up watching Carter girls on stage, watching my grandmother, my mom and my aunts perform. They used to say, ‘Okay, Carter girls, you’re on!’

When I give my jewelry as a present, I feel like I’m giving protection to someone I care about… I’ve given pieces to my mom, my aunts, my friends. I’ve even made bracelets for my dad and my uncle.

My aunts still try to fatten me up.

Quite honestly, if we do manage to destroy the planet with our devil-may-care attitude to natural resources, I’d suggest we leave, as a dossier in our defence, the collected letters to agony aunts and uncles down the generations. It would certainly prove that we weren’t all bad!

My God, it’s laundry and family when I come back home. I’ve got to see my brother and kids, and my sister-in-law, my aunts, my uncles, cousins; everybody is here.

I knew nothing about my mum’s family. Her parents were dead by the time she was 14. She was brought up by two aunts, and she only ever met one uncle.

My mother, R. Rajalakshmi, taught at Annamalai University in Chidambaram, and during the day, I was well cared for by aunts and grandparents in the usual way of an extended Indian family.

In our family, and not just us but even with my cousins, uncles and aunts, we celebrate every festival – be it Christmas, Easter, Eid, Diwali or our birthdays.

The friends I have from childhood are definitely like family to me – extended sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles.

I have always been surrounded by women with strong personality and feminine: my mother, my sister, my aunts, my friends. I am fascinated by the look they can have – simple details such as a step, a way of speaking, a gesture, a way of wearing a garment.

We are very close as a family. There are uncles and aunts for whom I would stand in front of a truck.

No one ever said, ‘Be a doctor.’ But because so many members of my extended family – aunts, uncles – were doctors, there was this expectation that I’d probably be a physician.

It’s our job – as parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles – to find books our kids are going to like.

I grew up in a house that was always happy, and my family was always music, music. I started playing percussion very young, because I had some uncles who were musicians and all my aunts were singers.

I have family dotted everywhere – Dad’s in California; I’ve got aunts in Scotland and Virginia; family in Kansas City; family in Manchester and London.

Well, I do have some maiden aunts that are not quite like the aunts in the book, but I definitely do have a couple of them, and a couple of old aunties.

My parents didn’t really understand too much about sport. At that time, we were in a Polish community in the inner city of Chicago, and I was the youngest of a bunch of cousins. Polish families are real big, with cousins and aunts and uncles.

I was brought up to look after my parents. My family were Polish Jews, and we lived with my grandmother, with uncles and aunts and cousins all around, and I thought everybody lived like that.

My family background really only consists of my mother. She was a widow. My father died quite young; he must have been thirty-one. Then there was my twin brother and my sister. We had two aunts as well, my father’s sisters. But the immediate family consisted of my mother, my brother, my sister, and me.

Growing up, my aunts would always put in hair ties and bows and all kinds of stuff, and I always hated it.

When I was 9 years old, I really wanted to be in the show business. I really wanted to be an artist. I would grab a wooden spoon and I would start singing, even if it was for my uncles and my aunts. And I would just sing any lah-lah song.

I grew up in a bustling household of women with my mom, granny, and aunts. Seeing all these strong women taking charge of their lives and living it to the fullest was a great inspiration while growing up.

My family is certainly very vocal. They’re very Italian. A lot of our holidays end with people screaming at each other across the room. And everyone’s very opinionated and intelligent. A lot of my aunts and uncles are wildly educated, and their opinions reflect that. We’re all very liberal.

My family is very creative. My grandfather played the guitar in Cuba. My sisters, my mom and two aunts would do harmonies, so I would see them and think, ‘I want the attention.’