In marrying, a man does not, to be sure, marry his wife's mother; and yet a prudent man, when he begins to think of the daughter, would look sharp at the mother; ay, and back to the grandmother too, and along the whole female line of ancestry.
The Italian side of my family were gypsies, and we are little hard so-and-sos.
My family is a little ridiculous. They're wild - really colorful and animated and big personalities.
I'm from a family of six men, so I'm bound to be physical.
My dad was this pint-sized Nigerian with an oversized personality. My mother is a tall six foot something Irish-English woman. Us walking down the street was quite an unusual sight, when I was growing up.
There just is not one person in my family who is not funny.
Are anybody's parents typical?
Happy families do have certain things in common. Today we finally have the knowledge to know what those things are.
I never met a person as determined as my mother. From working hard for six kids to just trying to keep the household down or maintain my father's discipline, my dad, I'm so much like my father too. My father was so introverted, quiet, shy, nice. I got attributes from my father and mother.
All happy families resemble one another, each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
I must have got my detailed, obsessive streak from my father, who was an English teacher, because my mother wasn't like me at all.
My mum is really fair and has blonde hair, and my dad is not dark, either.
I come from a family that was very strong, very successful, very bizarre, and terrifically exciting. Being a Korda is something I regard as special - not wonderful, or worthy of a national monument, but special.
My parents were not theatrical at all.
"Well," said my aunt, "this is his boy - his son. He would be as like his father as it's possible to be, if he was not so like his mother, too."
I come from good stock. Both of my parents are big - my dad is a big guy; my mom is a big lady.
We are a very crafty family.
My father had the curved feet, my mother the legs, so I am a bit of both.
Characteristics cling to families.
One thing that's likely: How you look as you age is hereditary. Some of my family members, for example, look younger than their real age. And people have mistaken me for 30, even 25.
My whole family can talk. They are all car salesmen. They are all funny.
I've got a lot of traits from my dad's side.
My fam is just a regular family. But all of them have great senses of humor.
Our dad is not one to impart advice or gloat or reminisce about the good old days. But he's a race car guy, been a car guy forever, and he always wants to talk about cars.
My family is so weird.
