Quotes About Mother

My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty. To you I am bound for life and education. My life and education both do learn me How to respect you. You are the lord of my duty, I am hitherto your daughter. But here's my husband, And so much duty as my mother showed To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord.

I am still jealous that Phoebe's mother came back and mine did not. I miss my mother.

I had not said anything about what had happened the day before—about being scared down to my very bones when I thought they had left me. I don't know what came over me. Ever since my mother left us that April day, I suspected that everyone was going to leave, one by one.

She was my mother, and she was part of me.

My middle name, Tree, comes from your basic tree, a thing of such beauty to my mother that she made it part of my name.

Held on to me like I was a baby. And she kept crying. So many tears. My clothes and hair were soaked with her tears. It was, like, my mother had given me a grief shower, you know? Like she'd baptized me with her pain.

Your mother is a better man than me. Mothers are almost always better men than men are.

So I guess you were hopelessly romantic and easily distracted, a B-plus mother, certainly good enough to get into Matriarchal State University but not quite good enough for St. Mary's College of the Blessed Womb Warriors.

So Lightning says to Mud, "What would happen if I struck your blood?" And Mud says, "Brother, It would hurt, And make me the mother Of every living thing. But, Fire Boy, you ain't lifting my grass skirt Until you burn me a ring.

We all laughed and laughed Because, yes, my mother was Exactly the kind of mortal Who challenged the Gods. She was the reservation Medea. She was the indigenous Antigone. But just imagine how it felt to be Her fragile child. I never stopped Being afraid of her. I never left That dark porch. I am still Sleeping with those dogs.

I'm honored by your concern. I would like To gather all of the books that contain The words mother and grief, set them aflame, And dance as they burn.

Sibling Rivalry Yes, my mother was a better mother To my sisters and brothers, But they were better children Than me, the prodigal who yearned And spurned and never returned.

My mother was a lifeguard on the shores of Lake Fucked.

yet, I have spent my literary career writing loving odes to my drunken and unreliable father. I have, in a spectacular show of hypocrisy, let my father off the hook for his lifetime of carelessness. That is completely unfair to my mother.

What do you do when Mom leaves you alone like this? (Kat) I write romance novels. (Acheron)

He took a drink of the juice and cursed.) What is this shit? Poison? (Syn) You can't live on alcohol. (Nykyrian) Wanna bet? (Syn) Wanna die? Drink it and quit bitching. (Nykyrian) You know, you're a little hairy to be my mother. (Syn)

We got latched together and I was hoping you could separate us? (Amanda) They were made by your stepfather. Any chance you have a key lying around? (Kyrian) I guess I shouldn't be surprised. At least this time she's not an Amazon princess with an irate mother demanding parts of your body be removed. Two thousand years later, and you're still getting into unbelievable messes. (Julian)

My father was a history professor, and my mother a housewife— She married a house?

Your mother was a goatherder. (Savitar) It's an honorable profession. (Takeshi) Yeah, for a goat. (Savitar)

How you figure that, grom? Your mother's the Destroyer. It's a title she not only earned, but one she relishes. And you're sending me in with only a few Charonte as backup. What did I ever do to you? (Savitar) Man up, Sav. You're whining like a little girl. (Acheron) If your mother has her way, she'll turn me into one, and I look like shit in pink. Thanks, kid. (Savitar)

Even if he doesn't eat, he knows the cookies. I'll bet his mother stuffed him full as a kid. (Tory) Not really. My mom wasn't the Betty Crocker kind. (Acheron) (Not unless it involved napalm or plagues.)

Stop it. This is serious! (Selena) Serious? Please. I'm standing out here on my twenty-ninth birthday, barefoot and in jeans my mother would burn, holding a stupid book to my chest in an effort to summon a Greek love-slave from the great beyond. (Grace)

Why would Acheron care about any of this? (M'Adoc) Not him, his mother. Remember her? Tall angry blond bitch who seriously spanked her whole family into oblivion over a hangnail? (Deimos)

How did you know Cassandra was the mother? (Wulf) I know lots of things when I apply myself. (Acheron)