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

I would love a family. I'm at the age where the wish for a child gets stronger. But who knows.

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

I find the family the most mysterious and fascinating institution in the world.

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

God did not intend the human family to be wafted to heaven on flowery beds of ease.

It's all about quality of life and finding a happy balance between work and friends and family.

I realized my family was funny, because nobody ever wanted to leave our house.

I think togetherness is a very important ingredient to family life.

What must it be like for a little boy to read that daddy never loved mummy?