Quotes About Mother

MOTHER. Is he mad, or a rascal? LADY. He's neither. He's no ordinary man; and it's a pity I can tell him nothing he doesn't know already. That's why we don't speak much; but he's glad to have me near him; and so am I to be near him.

The mother was your friend, you see, but the woman was your enemy, and love between the sexes is strife. Do not think that I gave myself; I did not give, but I took—what I wanted.

LAURA. Because the mother is closer to the child, as it has been discovered that no one can tell for a certainty who the father of a child is. CAPTAIN.

My mother is from Cairo, Georgia. This makes everything she says sound like it went through a curling iron.

It was not uncommon to walk in the door of their home and find my mother sitting on the sofa reading over a manuscript with shampoo horns sculpted into her hair. Anne Sexton's voice would be blasting from the speakers. A woman who writes feels too much...

My mother is from Cairo, Georgia. This makes everything she says sound like it went through a curling iron. Other people sound flat to my ear; their words just hang in the air. But when my mother says something, the ends curl.

I feel dirty when I visit my mother. I feel that her intimacy is exposed. Her nightgowns are so thin that her flesh shows through them. Her need is like a vagina. And I do not like to see it.

He wondered whether he really liked his mother. But she was his mother and this fact was recognized by everybody as meaning automatically that he loved her, and so he took for granted that whatever he felt for her was love. He did not know whether there was any reason why he should respect her judgment. She was his mother; this was supposed to take the place of reasons.

She had set out to break him, as if, unable to equal his value, she could surpass it by destroying it, as if the measure of his greatness would thus become the measure of hers, as if…the vandal who smashed a statue were greater than the artist who made it, as if the murderer who killed a child were greater than the mother who had given it birth.

Because I never found My audience, said God and annihilated, as Mother Mary and Christ and Lesefario and Flanoy and Quiz in their Y.M.C.A. seafront room in Piraeus and all Hell's troubled sighed, everything.

Father bestows identity. Mother bestows self-worth.

Al igual que una madre. ¿Qué haría una madre si no pudiera quejarse sobre ti y hacerte limpiar tu habitación? ¿Y qué harías tú sin ella quejándose y haciendo que lo hagas? Todo el mundo necesita una madre. Y una madre lo sabe. Y le da un sentido de propósito. ¿Lo entiendes?

It wasn't until the 1920s that a bare majority of children grew up in families where the father's labor purchased the family's provisions, while their mother did unpaid child care, elder care, and housework. The Great Depression and World War II disrupted this family form, but it roared back in the 1950s, when the percentage of wives and mothers who were supported entirely by their husbands' wages reached a high that has never been equaled, before or since.

I was at a very select gathering in a hunting lodge in Leicestershire. How the devil she knew where to find me I really don't like to think. It's a sad day when one can't even escape to a select, supposedly secret orgy without having one's mother summon one—without a verbal blink.

Eywa is central to the Navi and their world. Jake learns is the Navi see the world as a network of energy, flowing through all living things; the energy is only borrowed an you have to give it back. Eywa, the great mother, she protects the balance of life. As such, per haps she is a sister to our own Gaia.

The fact that one of these ladies was my mom made me particularly sad because my mom is beautiful. And she's always on a diet. Sometimes, my dad calls her beautiful, but she cannot hear him.

Quiero tanto a mi madre... No me importa si es cursi decirlo. Creo que en mi próximo cumpleaños voy a comprarle un regalo. Creo que esa debería ser la tradición. El hijo recibe regalos de todo el mundo y él compra uno para su madre, ya que ella también estuvo allí. Creo que sería bonito.

Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind.

Gaia visited her daughter Mnemosyne, who was busy being unpronounceable.

My mother has an absolute passion for sour fruit and can strip a gooseberry bush quicker than a priest can strip a choirboy.

There's no bitch on earth like a mother frightened for her kids.

As infants, our first victory comes in grasping some bit of the world, usually our mother's fingers. Later we discover that the world, and the things of the world, are grasping us, and have been all along.

I know your mother lives in your head - almost everyone's mother does, I guess - but you can't let her have her way on this one

what is the mother of carelessness if not assumption?