Words matter. These are the best Granny Quotes from famous people such as Ann Widdecombe, Claressa Shields, Laura Carmichael, Josh Turner, Peter Capaldi, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Strictly’s strength is its appeal to all the family. The greatest compliment I was paid during my stint was from a lady at Paddington station who told me that every time the programme came on her four-year-old son would demand: ‘Where’s that granny, Mummy? I want the granny to win.’
I be thinking sometimes, maybe I’m just too hard on people. Maybe I want too much. But no, I don’t. All my granny did was cook for me, tell me that she love me, gave me hugs every now and then.
I grew up listening in awe to stories of their wartime adventures. My granny, Joan, was a journalist and wrote amazing letters to my grandpa when he was a prisoner of war, while my nana, Mary, was a Land Girl, then a Wren. They were so independent, resilient and glamorous.
I may never know what type of effect I have on my sons, just like Granny never knew the effect she had on me. So I just try and make the best decisions that I can, be the best father that I can.
My Italian granny and my mother made great spaghetti, but it wasn’t a kind of southern Italian, Godfather-esque kind of thing – it was a wonderful, big mixing pot of all kinds of people – when you came home from school and your mum wasn’t in, there were lots of people you could go to.
This is where I break one last taboo: I’m incredibly glad I’m not a granny.
If you are actually ordinary, the only way to give royal status meaning is to live an extraordinary life. It can’t be jeans and burgers and granny doing the babysitting.
I used to get a lot of people saying ‘Oh, you are such a lucky granny.’ But the fact of the matter is you can be a grandma at 35 these days.
I have four grandchildren now and I love being a granny.
I started when I was six years old. My first coach was my granny, she was the best player in Slovakia.
I first fell in love with comedy when I’d visit my granny as a kid. Trips to her house meant staying up late drinking Coca-Cola and watching ‘Saturday Night Live’.
Our society loves raw character; we love raw women. We don’t love our mother because she is hot and sexy: we love our mother because she is our mother. We love our granny because she is our granny. We value her. We don’t remember anyone’s face from our childhood; we love our granny’s face.
I’ll always be playing shows. Even when I’m a crazy granny wearing weird old granny clothes and wandering around with dementia, I’ll still be playing. Whether anyone else will turn up is another question.
My parents weren’t into fashion. I didn’t have an eccentric granny who mixed lace mantillas with tweed.
For many artists and critics, beauty is a discredited idea. It denotes the saccharine sylvan scenes and cheesy melodies that appealed to Granny.
I can remember being at Sandringham, for the first time, at Christmas. And I was worried what to give the Queen as her Christmas present. I was thinking, ‘Gosh, what should I give her?’. I thought, ‘I’ll make her something.’ Which could have gone horribly wrong. But I decided to make my granny’s recipe of chutney.
Listen, I must be 110 by now. Granny is going to kick the bucket at some point.
When you get into the granny era, you’re lucky to get anything.
When I would visit my Granny as a little boy, we would play this game of closing our eyes and describing everything around us. The color of a tie. The shade of a cloth. It was really quite a wonderful way to learn how to look, to notice things and to appreciate what is around you.
The four rings on my wedding finger are all very significant – my wedding ring, my mum’s wedding ring and the engagement rings of my granny and mother-in-law.
My mum – and my granny and I – would close the curtains, turn on the TV and snuggle up and watch ‘Come Dancing.’ It was actually my granny who was the biggest fan; she loved the show, and she passed on her passion for it to me. I loved the dancing but also the frocks and the glamour.
Anyone can write an academic piece directed at other academics. To write something that delivers an argument and a gripping storyline to someone’s granny or eight-year-old takes the highest quality of your powers.
After a gig I always head back to the hotel, remembering granny’s words of wisdom. I cancel the late-night pizza and watch the Jonathan Ross show instead.
I was born in Japan, so for me, Uniqlo is a family brand. My granny used to wear Uniqlo. And my Italian dad wore Uniqlo. I wore Uniqlo, of course.
I’m just very grateful that the media has been so kind to me, because there’s nothing unusual about me. I’m just a mum and a granny who is teaching cookery on TV. Basically, I’m very ordinary.
I grew up in a bustling household of women with my mom, granny, and aunts. Seeing all these strong women taking charge of their lives and living it to the fullest was a great inspiration while growing up.
I’d be scared of hitting 60 and looking like a granny when the child’s just in their teens. I’m happy I had my daughter when I was in my 30s.
Whenever Granny walks into a room, everyone stands up, stops, and just kind of watches her because, obviously, it’s huge when she walks into a room. And I find that incredible. I kind of go, ‘Ah.’
Didn’t know until my rookie year you could buy chicken parts separate, like drumsticks and thighs and breast. My granny always bought the whole chicken and cut it up.
If you read ‘Lord of the Rings’ and dismiss it as a lie because it has orcs and elves, you’re missing the whole point of the story. If children don’t have to be concerned about strangers because there’s no such thing as a Big Bad Wolf dressed like Granny, you’re missing the point.
My granny was very concerned that we weren’t baptised – Mum had been desperate to escape her own Catholic upbringing. But Granny thought we were blighted. Whenever we turned up at her house, she would flick holy water – from the font she kept by the door – over us, in the hope that it would save us from damnation.
My granny was always mourning about the fact I wear dull, stained jeans or don’t brush my hair.
My life came down to being a granny and watching a lot of television.
When I look in the mirror, I sometimes think I’m getting old, but then I have two generations behind me so that helps puts things into perspective. I am a grandmother now, but at least my nine-year-old grandson Jude calls me Glamma and not Granny.
I’m an absolute clean freak. I’ll go to my friends’ houses and even start cleaning. I’m such a granny at heart. My couch is my best friend.
If it’s me and yer granny on bongos, it’s the Fall.
By far the best dressing up outfit I ever had was a wonderful pair of clown dungarees, which my Granny made.
My grandparents never understood why my mother Noreen chose such exotic names for her children: Damon and me. My granny insisted on calling my brother Dermot – a good Irish name – until she died; I was just known as ‘wee one.’
I’ve caught myself watching MSNBC more and more, simply amazed at the nightly hate-fest against millions of Americans who don’t see the world through the granny glasses of Keith Olbermann or any of the other radical liberals who host shows there.
I’d like to cook for my granny one more time. I cooked for her a couple of times before she passed away, but I wasn’t really old enough.
I am a bit of a granny, I feel older than my years. I like to read rather than go to parties but at the same time my band and I have a lot of fun on tour and can be big kids.
As a kid spending weekends in the Ozarks, I remember my granny’s preacher shaking his fist, his jowls waving in the wind not unlike a bloodhound’s, excoriating the congregation and condemning it to hell.
Granny Ditto always referred to perfume as ‘smell good’ and for me it’s an essential. I have a sweetheart who’s extremely allergic to most scents, so I have to be extra careful – as well as creative – in the smell department. The key, I’ve found, are essential oils, which come in all kinds of 100% natural scents.
I think you’ve still got to try to be good, day-to-day. You see a granny, you hold the door open for her. You just try to do the right thing. I don’t know if that makes you a saint or the greatest guy in the world, but trying is a start.
I used to go out wearing any old rubbish, no make-up, nothing, but since mobile phones, that has all had to stop. People do come up to you so often and say hello, or want a photograph, and I just can’t do it anymore in what I used to wear. They don’t want to be seen hanging off a rabid old granny any more than I do.
