Top 520 Grandmother Quotes

I remember reading Dostoevsky’s ‘The Idiot’ in my grandmother’s Moscow apartment and feeling this call to be a better person.

The most beautiful thing in the world is my grandmother’s apple pie.

I was born in Mumbai and raised in Mangalore at my grandmother’s home which had a farm with animals.

Growing up in Louisiana, my grandmother gave me an accordion because of our Cajun heritage. What ended up happening was I started learning about more instruments, so I just kind of went that route. Music’s really all I’ve ever done.

I love being a grandmother. That feeling you have for your own child – you don’t ever think it will be replicated, and I did wonder if I would have to ‘pretend’ with my grandchildren. But my heart was taken on day one.

They say that you never forget your first love and my first love was wrestling. My grandmother taught me wrestling, but it was not until Wrestlemania 10, Bret Hart Vs. Owen Hart, who made a work of art.

I’ve said this before, I would fight my grandmother if I had to. And she’s dead.

My identity is linked to my grandmother, who’s pure Filipino, as pure as you can probably get. And that shaped my imagination. So that’s how I identify.

My grandmother always told me how you start is how you finish.

It’s in the history books, the Holocaust. It’s just a phrase. And the truth is it happened yesterday. It happened to my mother. I never met my grandmothers or my grandfathers. They were all wiped up in the gas chambers of Nazi Germany.

Female influence came from my grandmother and my aunt. They would sing Corsican love songs while cleaning the house and dress all in black and say melodramatic things like: ‘I want to die.’

What in heaven’s name is strange about a grandmother dancing nude? I’ll bet lots of grandmothers do it.

I’ve always loved children’s clothes – my grandmother actually owned a children’s boutique in La Jolla, CA, for 30 years. I grew up visiting her and working in her store, and then my mom and I had a children’s boutique together for five or six years.

Food has always been in my life. Being born in Ethiopia, where there was a lack of food, and then really cooking with my grandmother Helga in Sweden. And my grandmother Helga was a cook’s cook.

Being in southwest Detroit, when my dad would want to say anything about me or my brothers or sisters, he would start speaking in Spanish to my uncle and my grandmother because we didn’t understand.

I was told bedtime stories by my father or my grandmother. Books, I mostly read on my own in bed.

My mother doesn’t cook; my grandmother didn’t cook. Her kids were raised by servants. They would joke about Sunday night dinner. It was the only night she would cook, and apparently it was just horrendous, like scrambled eggs and Campbell’s soup.

I have had to empty two family homes during the last few years – first, the house that had been my grandmother’s since 1923, and then my own country home, which we had lived in for over twenty years.

My grandmother told me a long time ago, ‘I don’t care if you’re sweeping a porch for a living.’ She said, ‘You need to do your best.’ So I’ve lived by that every single day.

I’m a very positive person. My grandmother taught me that happiness is both a skill and a decision, and you are responsible for the outcome.

My grandmother was content to sit in the back yard wearing her old, wide-brimmed summer hat and occasionally getting up to feed herself raspberries from the seemingly inexhaustible bushes.

My grandmother knew nothing about sports. She still didn’t even when I went to the NBA. She never really cared too much about sports. She only cared about me being a good person.

All of them – my father, mother, step-mother, and grandmother – were all wonderful actors and performers and they are an inspiration to me, both in their craft and in their humanity.

My maternal grandmother would sit, before binge-watching existed, and watch ‘Poirot’ until the cows came home. You couldn’t pull her away from it.

My grandmother, who taught me how to cook, didn’t know how to read.

Both of my grandmothers have always been really good bakers, and I was always in the kitchen helping them. Obviously I can’t eat a lot of the things that I make, but just baking it and giving it to someone makes me feel really good.

My grandmother taught me how to read, very early, but she taught me to read just the way she taught herself how to read – she read words rather than syllables. And as a result of that, when I entered school, it took me a long time to learn how to write.

I am a grandmother now, and that means age is creeping on, creeping on.

I found myself in the doldrums in the early Nineties. I was too old to play the dolly bird any longer and I looked too young to play a woman of my real age. No one ever saw me as the aunt, mother or grandmother.

I have dark skin. My nickname is El Negro. They call me El Negro in Mexico because even in my country, the dark skin is evidence of Indian blood, a sign that one technically belongs to a third class. Even my grandmother had some kind of differentiation with me, because I was darker than my siblings.

My grandmother has always been my biggest fan, and she was my whole life. The only thing that kept me living after her death is my commitment to training. I took my pain out on the track.

My grandmother took me to a play, and… there was a little girl on stage. And as soon as I saw her on stage, I thought, ‘This is my job’… I was probably, like, 7 or 8. I was very young… It was ‘Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat’.

My grandfather was Catholic; my grandmother, Jewish. Crossing over from Bavaria, as immigrants to the United States, the ship started to sink. My grandmother jumped overboard. My grandfather followed, to save this girl he had never met.

My grandmother spent her whole life working as a maid, a cook and a babysitter, barely scraping by, but still working hard to give my mother, her only child, a chance in life, so that my mother could give my brother and me an even better one.

One day at my grandmother’s house, I discovered ‘The Secret Garden’ and read it. This was the first book I found entirely for myself, and I cherished it.

When I was 10 or 11, my grandmother had a scarf. It was black, but a long one. I used to wrap it around my head and say to them that ‘I’m a cleric, you need to pray behind me.’

The grandmother, the mother, the worker, the student, the intellectual, the professional, the unemployed, everybody identified with the songs because they were descriptions of life in the city.

My grandmother grew up in a 19th-century world, and my daughter has grown up in a 21st-century world, and some issues, problems, dilemmas that these women face have not changed.

My grandmother and my mother raised me, but my dad made a conscious effort to be in my life – every weekend he would take me out.

Everybody has a Big Momma: the mother or the grandmother who tells it like it is, keeps it real with them, isn’t afraid to tell you the truth about yourself.

My grandmother lived to 104 years old, and part of her success was she woke up every morning to a brand new day. She said every morning is a new gift. Her favorite hobby was collecting birthdays.

Everyone has a crazy old lady in their family like ‘Mama.’ No one ever comes up to me and says ‘Mama’ is just like them, so no one is ever offended by her. Even young people like to laugh at her. I think she helps kids appreciate their own grandmothers more.

The only thing I knew would make my grandmother more proud than watching my TV courtroom was to see me dressed up in white tie doing the foxtrot.

Growing up in the Midwest, I was very close to my maternal grandmother, who, as a young widow running a small business in 1920s Kansas City, had known firsthand the old Pendergast regime and its classic combine of politics and organized crime.

I didn’t actually even really know my grandmother; I must have been 3 or 4 when she died.

I have lived with extraordinary women, whether it was my grandmother, my mother. My father passed away when I was 16… I was witness to a woman who single handedly brought up the entire family and managed to do everything… She was an extraordinary role model for me.

I think about how best to live my grandmother’s twin mantras that ‘Life is not a dress rehearsal’ and ‘Life is not about what happens to you, but what you do with what happens to you.’

My grandmother’s mother was from near Naples, so I love Italy, but I feel completely Argentinian.

As a young girl, I saw commitment in my grandmother, who helped Grandpa homestead our farm on the Kansas prairie. Somehow they outlasted the Dust Bowl, the Depression, and the tornadoes that terrorize the Great Plains.

In almost the same way you know what your grandmother looks and sounds like, you know what Bruce Willis looks and sounds like.

I was raised Catholic, and my grandmother taught me to stay. As a teenager, I thought if you went on a date, you should stay for a couple of years. I didn’t realize that if he wasn’t your cup of tea, you got to leave.

The house I was born in in Somalia was right next to a big market. A lot of beggars or panhandlers would be in front of our house constantly, and my grandfather and grandmother would always invite them in to have food with us and have them take whatever was left over.