I am tortured when I am away from my family, from my children. I am horribly guilt-ridden.

As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live.

Give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back.

My family is my strength and my weakness.

My family really does come first. It always did and always will.

My father never talked about the sacrifices that the family made for me.

All happy families resemble one another, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.

There's nothing I value more than the closeness of friends and family, a smile as I pass someone on the street.

Also, my mom and family are very important to me and I know that this is not expected.