Quotes About Mother

Llega por fin el dái en que la pena es más un alivio que una necesidad y que la sonrisa, aunque juzgada casi un sacrilegio, puede afluir los labios. Mi madre había muerto [...]

Listen.. to your motor-mouth mother..... Lovely Minato said

Nature has its own hardships, but its own kindnesses, too, like straw and room to sleep and the are of a mother for her young.

A pause while my mother made high-pitched sisterly devotions of gratitude.

The expression is: a boy's best friend is his mother. It's not: a boy's best pimp is his mother. It is that way for a reason.

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 had made it, as if the murderer who killed a child were greater than the mother who had given it birth.

I used to joke that we had prepared ourselves for a time like this by living with Mother. The problem with such a state of affairs was not that you did not get to do what you wanted---sometimes you did---but the effort to appease or resist the reigning deities left you so exhausted that it prevented you from ever really having fun. To this day having fun, just plain enjoying myself, comes at the cost of a conviction that I have committed an undetected crime.

I noticed that my mother paid for her intellectual freedom with chronic financial struggles and occasional personal chaos

I held my mother's hand, making sure she was comfortable before she settled in to rest. Then I went back to the hotel room and cried.

mostly I saw her efforts to induct me into adulthood much as a calf might see its mother's explanations of veal: I was being recruited into the great death march of biology—be born, reproduce, die.

Once I stand and watch helplessly while some rug rat pulls everything he can reach off the racks, and the thought that abortion is wasted on the unborn must show on my face, because his mother finally tells him to stop.

You see mother, you had no life of your own. They have no idea. One has only a life of one's own.

When push comes to shove, a mother takes care of her children from the bottom up.

A mother can be only as happy as her unhappiest child.

Mother could go for one year without food, but not one day without her lip sticks.

My father wears his faith like the bronze breastplate of God's footsoldiers while our mother's is more like a good cloth coat with a secondhand fit.

Really it was her mother she'd wanted to call right after the bad news, or in the middle of it, while Mr. Petrofaccio was blowing his nose. First thing in the morning, last thing at night, whenever a fight with Tig left her in pieces, it had been her mother who put Willa back together. When someone mattered like that, you didn't lose her at death. You lost her as you kept living.

Outside in the sun the Holy Mother stood on her pedestal in the garden, sorry but unsympathetic. The usual position of mothers.

Mom had promised to stay clean as long as I was a good enough son to make it worth her while.

Until that morning when we all went to the riverbank, I still believed Mother would take Leah, not me. Leah who, even in her malarial stupor, rushed forward to crouch with the battery in the canoe and counter its odd tilt. I was outshone was usual by her heroism. But as we watched that pirogue drift away across the Kwenge, Mother gripped my hand so tightly I understood that I had been chosen. She would drag me out of Africa if it was her last living act as a mother. I think probably it was.

Dellarobia noted they were not a perfect physical match: Nelda plump and rosy-cheeked, her mother fine-boned. The resemblance blazed in their wide brown eyes and the way they nodded, the gnomy caps bobbing. Mother-daughter adventurers. She felt a pang of longing, as she often did in church. Everybody had a mother and a God; those were standard issue.

His mother had let him carry two valises: one for books, one for clothes. The clothes were a waste, outgrown instantly. He should have filled both with books.

Mother, you had no life of your own.

But mother wanted to consume me like food. I needed my won room. I needed books, and for the first time in my life I needed schoolmasters who would tell me each day what to think about.