Quotes About Mother

I tell you what, there's nothing like having a mother around when you're thinking of scary shit.

I don't want to hear the scary part. But at the same time she does want to hear the scary part, everyone wants to hear the scary part, we're all mad here, and her mother really did say that if you told your dreams they wouldn't come true, which meant you were supposed to tell the nightmares and save the good ones for yourself, hide them like a tooth under the pillow.

She's looking at him with something like wonder. "Why do you weep, Jack?" "The past," he says. "Isn't that always what does it?" And thinks of his mother, sitting by the window, smoking a cigarette, and listening while the radio plays "Crazy Arms." Yes, it's always the past. That's where the hurt is, all you can't get over.

One can survive every hurt and move on, except the hatred of a mother formed without reasons, that one could not elucidate.

Alice wondered if her mother was aware that she wasn't the only one in town who'd come down with a bad case of Blueberry Fever.

The woman who bore me is no longer alive, but I seem to be her daughter in increasingly profound ways.

Ah -dijo-. El hombre maratón. Abrí los ojos solo un poco, para ver si se estaba burlando de mi. -¿Que pasa? -dijo-. Vamos, cuéntaselo al tío Will. -No. -Mi madre va a tener a los de limpieza corriendo como locos por lo menos otra hora. De algo tendrás que hablar.

Very few troubles in life couldn't be lessened by a nice smile—that was what her mother always said.

I felt a sudden wave of sympathy for her. It couldn't be easy being my mother.

She gave me another hard look, the kind that can only travel from mother to daughter

I liked the way he acted towards his mother; protective and solicitous.

I thought of my mother, a woman so molded by looking after other people that she no longer knew what to do when she was freed.

So I did what every girl does when she's far from home and a little sad. I ate half a packet of chocolate Digestives and called my mother.

But I'm a single mother,' she'd said. 'And, worse, I don't do flirting. I wouldn't know how to flirt with someone if Louisa stood behind them holding up placards. And

What mother could abandon the dream that lived inside her, deny the one thing in this world she knows as certain, which is the absolute and everlasting beauty of her child?

It's more difficult for a mother to forget one child than for living humanity to forget all the millions who died in this war.

Misfortune is the mother's milk of journalism

Stanley went on, "highly dangerous, fanatical and additictied to violence'- Blimey Fred, is it your mother writing this? They seem to know you so well

You're thinking about one woman while trying to reach another, and despite this apparent abundance of women, you feel lonely and desolate as hell, and, almost unconsciously, you drive to the house of a third, and the third woman is your mother.

A woman must combine the role of mother, wife and politician.

AROUND THIS TIME my mother, Hélène Carrère d'Encausse, who's since become a renowned historian in her own right, published her first book, Marxism and Asia. The fact that my mother had written a book impressed me a lot. I tried to read it, but I got stuck on the very first four words, which read: "Marxism, as everyone knows…

La oscuridad se convirtió en un espacio infinito y vacío, en cuyo centro se hallaba la madre del género humano.

Artemis: (shocked) Why, Doctor? This is a sensitive area. For all you know I could be suffering from depression. Doctor Po: I suppose you could. Is that the case? Artemis: (head in hands) It's my mother, Doctor. Doctor Po: Yes? Artemis: My mother, she... Doctor Po: Your mother, yes? Artemis: She forces me to endure this ridiculous therapy when the school's so-called counsellors are little better than misguided do-gooders with degrees.

Mary blesses God for the destiny that is hers: to cling to the design that the Father decreed for the Son, not only passively, but as one who nurtures, fosters, opens roads, makes things possible. Mary's sorrow was an active coöperation with the will of-God for Christ Jesus. How could it have been otherwise, since the Savior was the common Son—one and undivided—of the all-wise Father and the all-obedient Mother?