Pastoral Resources

For our immediate family and relatives, Canada was a land of opportunity.

My mother speaks of my step being a source of life-long pain to her, that it is a living death, etc. By the same post I had several letters from anxious relatives, telling me that it was my duty to come home and thus ease my mother's anxiety.

I was very much in my room with my marionette stage, you know, creating these incredibly boring things that I felt were so fascinating, and forcing my relatives to come, and charging money for them to see my little productions.

Six hours a day I lived under school discipline in active intercourse with people none of whom were known to those at home, and the other hours of the twenty-four I spent at home, or with relatives of the people at home, none of whom were known to anybody at school.

Religion kept some of my relatives alive, because it was all they had. If they hadn't had some hope of heaven, some companionship in Jesus, they probably would have committed suicide, their lives were so hellish.

My relatives used to laugh when I talked of being a writer.

I have developed a very strong partiality for the dead: they don't talk back, they don't sue, and they don't have angry relatives.

Well, if you don't want your relatives and friends to die, help me spread the news. Let people know about immortality device. That way, your loved ones won't die.

You know, all my songs are relatives, brothers, sisters, cousins.

In time your relatives will come to accept the idea that a career is as important to you as your family. Of course, in time the polar ice cap will melt.

Fate chooses our relatives, we choose our friends.

Friends are relatives you make for yourself.

I had no blood relatives till I made some.

Some people are your relatives but others are your ancestors, and you choose the ones you want to have as ancestors. You create yourself out of those values.

One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.

When I see professional clowns, mimes, or people who makes ballon animals, I think of their relatives and how disappointed they must be.

My sister and I were born in San Francisco. When our parents died, we came down here to live with relatives.

My whole damn family was nice. I don't think I've imagined it. It's true. Maybe it has to do with being brought up as Christian Scientists. Half of my relatives were Readers or Practitioners in the church.

A self made man is a rarity and hated by the parasites that floated to fame thought their parents, relatives and contacts.

Individuals approaching death often experience encounters with their dead relatives, who seem to welcome them to the next world. These deathbed visions are authentic and convincing; they are often followed by a state of euphoria and seem to ease the transition.