The Best, Funny Aunt Quotes About Love & Family

Maybe! Maybe! Maybe if your aunt had a beard, she’d be your uncle.

I’m a really fun aunt, so I hope I’m going to be a fun mom! I like to have fun and be silly and not take myself too seriously with the kids, so I hope that will translate when I actually have my own.

I would not be a good mother. I mean, I love being an aunt to my niece and nephew. And I used to want to, like, adopt 10 kids – because I had friends who were adopted, and I thought that was the coolest thing, to be chosen. But again, my job is too selfish.

I remember a great America where we made everything. There was a time when the only thing you got from Japan was a really bad cheap transistor radio that some aunt gave you for Christmas.

I want to be the coolest aunt in the entire world.

Maybe I’ll just be a good aunt.

My mom was a hairdresser. My aunt was a hairdresser. My brother was a hairdresser. My sisters are hairdressers.

When I meet people who say – which they do all of the time – ‘I must just tell you, my great aunt had cancer of the elbow and the doctors gave her 10 seconds to live, but last I heard she was climbing Mount Everest,’ and so forth, I switch off quite early.

My mother wasn’t strong like my aunt. She was just very passive.

I’m now the elder in the position of doling out wisdom and trying to mend fences.

My mother was the kind of person who was very much part of her tribe and very much a satellite of her tribe. She was the girl who left her family at the age of 17 and went to Washington. My mother was orphaned at three and then was brought up by my aunt Goldie. So, yes she belonged, but there was a part of her that didn’t.

A woman is never sexier than when she is comfortable in her clothes.

My Aunt Erna was smuggled out of Nazi Germany in 1939, alive, in a coffin with a spider plant at her feet. When I moved to Los Angeles from New York City in 1974 for ‘Happy Days,’ I took a cutting with me.

My father’s sister never married in order to raise me.

Layers are not difficult for me. You have the luxury of takes, so if you feel like, say, you did not take in the fact that your aunt is across the way in one take, you do it again and try to add that piece.

I liked blues from the time my mother used to take me to church. I started to listen to gospel music, so I liked that. But I had an aunt at that time, my mother’s aunt who bought records by people like Lonnie Johnson, Robert Johnson, Blind Lemon Jefferson, and a few others.

A woman should be like a single flower, not a whole bouquet.

The woman who can create her own job is the woman who will win fame and fortune.

Well, I do have some maiden aunts that are not quite like the aunts in the book, but I definitely do have a couple of them, and a couple of old aunties.

The real ornament of woman is her character, her purity.

My own aunt was Merle Oberon, so movie stardom was not a faraway mystery to me as a child: it was part of the family business.

If you’re not a parent, if you’re an aunt or uncle or neighbor, books are an amazing gift.

A woman uses her intelligence to find reasons to support her intuition.

What makes a woman beautiful is her loyalty to and her friendships with other women, and her honesty with men.

Cherish the friend who tells you a harsh truth, wanting ten times more to tell you a loving lie.

My aunts still try to fatten me up.

I had people in my life who didn’t give up on me: my mother, my aunt, my science teacher. I had one-on-one speech therapy. I had a nanny who spent all day playing turn-taking games with me.

I am single and childless, but I have lots of friends and I am an aunt to three lovely children.

A woman is like a tea bag – you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.

My aunt played the piano and I used to sit and listen to it.

Beyonce has set the tone as an aunt. I’ve set the tone as a mom.

Often and often afterwards, the beloved Aunt would ask me why I had never told anyone how I was being treated. Children tell little more than animals, for what comes to them they accept as eternally established.

Aunts are to be a pattern and example to all aunts; to be a delight to boys (and girls) and a comfort to their parents; and to show that at least one daughter in every generation ought to remain unmarried, and raise the profession of auntship to a fine art.

Only an aunt can give hugs like a mother, keep secrets like a sister and share love like a friend.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women’s feet and asked for forgiveness.

An aunt is someone special to remember with warmth, think of with pride, and cherish with love.

It has to do – I think – with growing up in an apartment, with my aunt and my cousins right next door to me, with the door open, with neighbors walking in and out, with people yelling at each other all the time.

I was so afraid to go out west to my aunt’s ranch. But the only choice my mother gave me was to go for two weeks or all summer. I wound up staying all summer. And that’s where I learned about cattle. I could relate to their behavior, their fears.

People used to grow up in small communities where folk wisdom was passed down. But we don’t live there anymore. We can’t go next door to your aunt and ask her for the answers.

My whole family is spiritual. My grandmother, grand aunt, cousins, they’re all preachers and pastors. Spirituality is a part of my family, from generations ago.

Aunt Marion was right… Never marry a musician, and never answer the door.

Aunt: A cherished friend and personal cheerleader who will always see you through rose colored glasses.

The quickest way to know a woman is to go shopping with her.

Madea is a cross between my mother and my aunt. She’s the type of grandmother that was on every corner when I was growing up.

His father’s sister had bats in the belfry and was put away.

Tori’s my legal name. My niece and nephews, they all call me Aunt Ellen, because I went by my middle name years ago, before I turned 18.

My last vivid boyhood fright from books came when I was 15; I was visiting my uncle and aunt in Greenwich, and, emboldened by my success with ‘The Waste Land,’ I opened their copy of ‘Ulysses.’ The whiff of death off those remorseless, closely written pages overpowered me. So: back to soluble mysteries, and jokes that were not cosmic.

When a woman is talking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.

I would go to an aunt’s house, and she would let me play music, and she had ‘The Last Poets’ album. At that time, albums didn’t have explicit stickers on them, so some of the songs had profanity on them, and I was moved by that. I would listen to those songs, to the flow, and I’d balance it back and forth with the nursery stuff I had.

An aunt is a safe haven for a child. Someone who will keep your secrets and is always on your side.

It is not money my aunt thinks about. She knows better than to value worldly wealth above its price.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

Something in the human psyche confuses beauty with the right to be loved. The briefest glance at human folly reveals that good looks and worthiness operate independently. Yet countless socializing forces, from Aunt Clara to the latest perfume ad, reinforce beliefs like ‘If I were pretty enough, I would be loved.’

A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.