A family is a place where principles are hammered and honed on the anvil of everyday living.

To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there.

When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places.

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

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

I live quietly at home among my family and friends.

The family is the first essential cell of human society.

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

In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future.

It is extraordinary that when you are acquainted with a whole family you can forget about them.