Quotes About Mother

I've come back to you for a reason, Mother of Dragons-mistress of worms and serpents, from the smallest crawlers that renew the loam to the world-girding monster devouring his own tail.

Eleanor, Helen, Ygraine. A queenly name. Your mother chase well. I could wish I had seen you before today.

For nothing on the waters and the wide wide world is fiercer than a mother.

Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away. So he said to his mother, "I am running away." "If you run away," said his mother, "I will run after you. For you are my little bunny.

My mother's favorite cats were male and nervous and needed her. "Come to Mommy," my mother would say to one of them. "Yes, I love you, too." "You are not that cat's mother," I said, sitting on the sofa during a visit. "Don't listen to her," said my mother.

It bothered Veblen's mother that most people were lazy and had given up original thought a long time ago, stealing stale phrases from the media like magpies.

Walking down the sidewalk I thought how my mother had never said I love you to me, and I thought how Chrissy had been going to call the baby Lucy. She loved me, my daughter! Even knowing this, I was surprised. In truth, I was amazed.

My mother did not like Unitarians; she thought they were atheists who didn't want to be left out of the fun of Christmas

Sarah Payne said, If there is a weakness in your story, address it head-on, take it in your teeth and address it, before the reader really knows. This is where you will get your authority, she said, during one of those classes when her face was filled with fatigue from teaching. I feel that people may not understand that my mother could never say the words I love you. I feel that people may not understand: It was all right.

My mother, because she was my mother, had great gravity in my young life. In my whole life. I did not know who she was, and I did not like who she had been. But she was my mother, and so some part of me had continued to believe things she had said.

I never understood my first cooking lesson. I was six and had chicken pox, and my mother, having exhausted all other entertainments, began to explain how to boil an egg. The water must be salted. "It's to keep them from cracking." She regarded the egg. "But they still crack." We pondered this for a moment, then I nodded. Whether it cracked or not, obviously an egg had to be pacified with an offering of salt.

I studied Japanese language and culture in college and graduate school, and afterward went to work in Tokyo, where I met a young man whose father was a famous businessman and whose mother was a geisha.

But it was dreadful to think of Henry, slowly or swiftly corrupted by his detestable father and mother, growing up with the fat slime of their abominations upon him.

The best of our theater is standing on tiptoe, striving to see over the shoulders of father and mother. The worst is exploiting and wallowing in the self-pity of adolescence and obsessive keyhole sexuality. The way out, as the poet says, is always through.

Susan read her letter. 'Mother says I must give you plenty of lettuces and peas and things, or else you'll all get scurvy. What is scurvy?

Manton said: "Sin knows no mother but our own heart." "And sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death":

Los filósofos griegos tenían razón al decir que la guerra era la madre de todas las cosas.

Es lo malo de estas guerras —va diciendo Olmos, a su espalda—. Que oyes al enemigo llamar a su madre en el mismo idioma que tú, y como que así, ¿no?… Se te enfrían las ganas.

Everyone checks out my mom. My mom's hot.

My mom is very confident and she was always a role model of mine.

For that's what a woman, a mother wants -- to teach her children to take an interest in life. She knows it's safer for them to be interested in other people's happiness than to believe in their own.

My life isn't theories and formulae. It's part instinct, part common sense. Logic is as good a word as any, and I've absorbed what logic I have from everything and everyone… from my mother, from training as a ballet dancer, from Vogue magazine, from the laws of life and health and nature.

A smart mother makes often a better diagnosis than a poor doctor.

I told myself, 'All I want is a normal life'. But was that true? I wasn't so sure. Because there was a part of me that enjoyed hating school, and the drama of not going, the potential consequences whatever they were. I was intrigued by the unknown. I was even slightly thrilled that my mother was such a mess. Had I become addicted to crisis? I traced my finger along the windowsill. 'Want something normal, want something normal, want something normal', I told myself.