Quotes About Mother

Around the new mother, three deities mounted guard against the dreaded violence of Silvanus, that 'fierce, terrifying, rough' demon of the woods (Aug., CG, 6, 9, 2): they were Intercidona (for without the blade of the axe one cannot cut trees intercidere); Pilumnus (for without the pestle one cannot make flour), and Deverra (for without the broom one cannot pile up the grain).

He probably was happy, too, to get away from his mother!)

father was ashamed of the baby and left him with his mother.

Era riuscita a tenere con se un pezzo dell'anima di sua madre, che avrebbe per sempre fatto parte di lei, una spina dorsale per mantenerla forte negli anni a venire, un secondo cuore che avrebbe battuto nel suo petto.

including Rilly, who was beside herself with excitement, and her mother, who was beside herself with Rilly--

When I was born I was so ugly the doctor slapped my mother.

Above me, my mother, Dara, stood upon a low balcony in her natural form, looking down at me in her awful power and beauty.

Ishvar left the trunk he was packing on the verandah, and came in. He sat on the bed, putting his around him. You know, Maneck, the human face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no room for crying.

In front of the photograph of my mother as a child, I tell myself: she is going to die: I shudder, like winnicott's psychotic patient, over a catastrophe which has already occurred. Whether or not the subject is already dead, every photograph is this catastrophe.

What pricks me is the discovery of this equivalence. In front of the photograph of my mother as a child, I tell myself: She is going to die: I shudder… over a catastrophe which has already occurred. Whether or not the subject is already dead, every photograph is this catastrophe.

Dreamed of maman again. She was telling me—O cruelty!—that I didn't really love her. But I took it calmly, because I was so sure it wasn't true. The idea that death would be a kind of sleep. But it would be horrible if we had to dream eternally. (And this morning, her birthday. I always gave her a rose. Bought two at the little market of Mers Sultan and put them on my desk)

I could read my nonexistence in the clothes my mother had worn before I can remember her.

There are nightmares in which the Mother appears, her face hardened into a cold and severe expression. The fade-out of the loved object is the terrifying return of the Wicked Mother, the inexplicable retreat of love, the well-known abandonment of which the Mystics complain : God exists, the Mother is present, but they no longer love.

Meanwhile, Jack's intimate life remained confined to his mother.

At times Jacky wrote about King's College as if it were a swank resort staffed with servile employees hired to wait upon him, assuring his mother that "there has nothing been omitted by my good friend Doctor Cooper which was necessary to my contentment in this place.

The hypercritical mother produced a son who was overly sensitive to criticism and suffered from a lifelong need for approval. One suspects that, in dealing with this querulous woman, George became an overly controlled personality and learned to master his temper and curb his tongue. It was the extreme self-control of a deeply emotional young man who feared the fatal vehemence of his own feelings, if left unchecked.

Jack wrote his mother how things couldn't proceed in New York in Pierpont's absence.

Betty had a Jewish mother's implicit faith that expensive lessons and tightly scheduled days of activity will produce healthy, wealthy, nonneurotic offspring.

cutest thing you ever saw. The alleged mother fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch. I

Chang said, "The French are crazy." Reacher said, "My mother was French." "Was she crazy?" "Pretty much.

Pride is the mother hen under which all other sins are hatched,' says C. S. Lewis.

And is not that a Mother's gentle hand that undraws your curtains, and a Mother's sweet voice that summons you to rise? To rise and forget, in the bright sunlight, the ugly dreams that frightened you so when all was dark.

She is a little daughter not a mother. And guess what? she likes you A LOT. You just need to man up so her mother gives her to you safely.

I stare at the pile of discarded remnants and think of my mother. Did she touch that pillar there? Does her scent still linger in a fragment of glass or a splinter of wood? A terrible emptiness settles into my chest. No matter how much I go about living, there are always small reminders that make the loss fresh again.