Quotes About Mother

A lógica é a mãe de todo o conhecimento.

En mor är ändå en mor, hon är helig.

Rumour has it,' Angoulême snapped, 'that your mother only charged her customers four shillings, but no one would give her more than two.

A mother, you son-of-a-bitch, is sacred!

My mother sent me to psychiatrists since the age of four because she didn't think little boys should be sad. When my brother was born, I stared out the window for days. Can you imagine that?

My parents, especially my mother, were no influence on me whatsoever.

My mother always called me 'sturdy' and said I have big bones. A little fat is what I am.

A mother is always a mother, since a mother is a biological fact, whilst a father is a movable feast.

Mother is in herself a concrete denial of the idea of sexual pleasure since her sexuality has been placed at the service of reproductive function alone. She is the perpetually violated passive principle; her autonomy has been sufficiently eroded by the presence within her of the embryo she brought to term. Her unthinking ability to reproduce, which is her pride, is, since it is beyond choice, not a specific virtue of her own.

Vengeful as nature herself, she loves her children only in order to devour them better and if she herself rips her own veils of self-deceit, Mother perceives in herself untold abysses of cruelty as subtle as it is refined.

You never saw such a wild thing as my mother.

certo, una madre è sempre una madre, perché è un fatto biologico, mentre un padre è una festa mobile.

Does not a farmer protect his crop? Does he not have a spirit? And does a mother, who produces children and food for her table, not protect and govern her children? I am not certain, Salome, that men can be so

I have been very, very happy. Mamma always said that even if there wasn't any happiness one must try to be happy without it.

Mother had an old aunt over at Allington when she was a girl, Aunt Lily Dale, and she was great on families and used to snap mother's head off if she didn't know who was whose relation, especially in East Barsetshire. She had some kind of dislike to the de Courcys, mother never knew why, and wouldn't talk about them, but otherwise she was a walking 'Who's Who.

Her mother's heart was divided, one half feeling a so natural pang at the sight of her lovely daughter setting out into a new life in a distant country, far from her parents' care, the other and by far the larger half feeling a gratitude amounting to idolatry for the son-in-law who was going to relieve her of a child that had done her best for the last five or six years to drive her parents mad.

Not many people know this about me but I'm a natural blonde. My hair went from light blonde naturally to a darker kind of blonde. My mother dyed my hair dark when I was a child as I loved the look then. So I'm basically a natural blonde.

My mother was against me being an actress - until I introduced her to Frank Sinatra.

Tis like unto a tinker's bazaar, which is where I trow thou dost buy thy gold trifles and trinkets with which thee doth rattle like a broken cart." Marcellus Pye looked hurt at his mother's insults.

Marcia looked a little guilty. "Well, I promised your mother when she came to see me that there would be no, er... arguments." … "Wow." - Septimus

dam3 n. the female parent of an animal, especially a domestic mammal.

My mother had comforted me with tales ever since I was small. Sometimes they helped me peel a problem like an onion, or gave me ideas about what to do; other times, they calmed me so much that I would fall into a soothing sleep. My father used to say that her tales were better than the best medicine. Sighing, I burrowed into my mother's body like a child, knowing that the sound of her voice would be a balm on my heart.

And my mother's afternoon escapes from the house that she could not quite consider her own were an indication that loneliness can be felt even in the most ideal of circumstances.

Edith laid down her pen. It was all very well to write up Mrs Pusey and Jennifer, but she was still left with that memory of the two women lovingly entwined as they saw her to the door to say goodnight. For there was love there, love between mother and daughter, and physical contact, and collusion about being pretty, none of which she herself had ever known.