I always admired the tolerance of my family - you know, that they tolerated my dissension for the family consensus.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My family brought me up to be very respectful of people.
Honestly, I just have to do what's right for me, and what I would tell people is what I believe, which is that tolerance is very important.
And when I was young, my family was perfectly nice. I write a lot about it, as you noticed. But it was rather limited. I think, I don't think anyone in my family would really feel I'd done them an injustice by saying that. We didn't see many people. There were many books. It was as if I wanted to get away from home.
I come from a very non-accepting family, but I'm very accepting.
Tolerance it a tremendous virtue, but the immediate neighbors of tolerance are apathy and weakness.
I grew up in church, and I have a wonderful family that always supported that.
I love my family, even as I critique their dysfunctionalities.
I had a lot of encouragement and tolerance from my parents, but I also have many friends who didn't get that from their parents and in a way they have more strength from spending years where nobody believed in them.
I have seen great intolerance shown in support of tolerance.
The distinctive feature of my family was intolerance of sensitivity and emotion - 'Everything's great, it all has to be great all the time and why do you have to spoil it?' Whereas probably the most fundamental and important thing to me has been defending my right to tell the truth about how I feel.