Quotes About Mother

My mother was the worst. She never scolded me, but kept begging me, with a sorrowful face, to tell her what she had done wrong.

I had a suspicion that my mother had called Jody and begged her to ask me out, so I wouldn't sit around in my room all day with the shades drawn. I didn't want to go at first, because I thought Jody would notice the change in me, and that anybody with half an eye would see I didn't have a brain in my head.

The Stones This is the city where men are mended. I lie on a great anvil. The flat blue sky-circle Flew off like the hat of a doll When I fell out of the light. I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard. The mother of pestles diminished me. I became a still pebble. The stones of the belly were peaceable, The head-stone quiet, jostled by nothing.

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. Sylvia Plath, Ariel; from 'The Moon and the Yew Tree

Lady of silences Calm and distressed Torn and most whole Rose of memory Rose of forgetfulness Exhausted and life-giving Worried reposeful The single Rose Is now the Garden Where all loves end Terminate torment Of love unsatisfied The greater torment Of love satisfied End of the endless Journey to no end Conclusion of all that Is inconclusible Speech without word and Word of no speech Grace to the Mother For the Garden Where all love ends.

He hid his strength beneath unusual weakness, The diffidence of a solitary man: Where he was weak he recognised your mother's power, And yielded to it.

I bet his mother was a wyvern. -Scamp

Dreadful sorry mistress. Ma always said I was too silly to die

Mother," said Shaina, "you told me I would come to you, and presumably you saw an advantage for yourself in so doing or you would not have troubled. Now, why are you trying to put cold in my heart and water in my bones?" "Because," said Barbayat, turning all the way around now towards Shaina, "it will only make you want him more when I tell you how dangerous it is to want, and how unlikely it is that you will succeed in obtaining more than your death.

As ever, the quite ludicrous beauty perturbed him. Romulan, undeniably masculine, was yet somehow his mother, faithfully reproduced. And there he stood, white as death, glaring, incalculable. Love, which was to Valentius no longer expressible, choked him.

Her own father had been the worst kind of horse's ass and she had been overjoyed when her strong-minded mother had finally divorced him. Her personal theory said that one father could do more to mess up a child's life than every mother in existence put together. She realized she was not entirely without bias on this matter, but that was all right; she blamed it on her father.

I entered the water as naked as when my mother bore me. When I first touched the cold water I felt a shudder go through me, then the shudder was transformed into a sensation of wakefulness.

In writing these poems about relatives, I found it almost impossible to write about the mother. I was stuck. My feelings about my mother, you see, must be too complicated to easily flow into words.

At the age of three, Tito Mukhopadhyay was diagnosed with severe autism, but his mother, Soma, refused to accept the conventional wisdom of the time that her son would be unable to interact with the outside world. She read to him, taught him to write in English, and challenged him to write his own stories.

And besides that," her mother continued, "gentlemen find pleasure in the act that ladies do not." She cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Depending on your husband's appetites—" "Appetites?" There would be food?

Still, she had no reason to doubt her mother. She frowned, then asked, "Does it hurt?" Mrs. Smythe-Smith's expression grew serious. "I will not lie to you. It is not particularly comfortable, and it does hurt a great deal the first time. But after that it gets easier, I promise. I find it helps to keep one's mind occupied. I usually go over the household accounts.

I'll talk to my mother," she promised. "If I'm sufficiently annoying, I'm sure I can get the engagement period cut in half." "It makes me wonder," he said. "As your future husband, should I be concerned by your use of the phrase if I'm sufficiently annoying?" "Not if you accede to all of my wishes." "A sentence that concerns me even more," he murmured.

Mother, you are hopeless" "Certainly not. Shameless, perhaps, but never hopeless.

I'm calling you from the booking room. There are about a dozen cops and guards here, and every one of 'em knows I arrested my own mother for disorderly conduct. You know what she kept calling me in front of the bondsman?" [Russ] dropped his voice further. " 'Sweetie!' I'm never gonna live this down.

You may have tangible wealth untold; Casketes of jewels and coffers of gold, Richer than I you can never be— I had a Mother who read to me. —STRICKLAND GILLIAN

My mother dreamed dreams for Joaquin and for me long before we could dream them for ourselves.

If you're lucky enough to be able to have therapy -- because I know it's very privileged -- it gets rid of so much garbage and enables you to focus on what's important. When I first went into analysis, my mother was absolutely horrified. She thought I'd be a loony!

My sense of the family history is somewhat sketchy, because my mother kept a great deal to herself.

Let go of me or slow down," she demanded as she tried to keep pace with him. He slowed down. "I swear to God, you try the patience of a saint." "You aren't a saint, Brodick, no matter what your mother might have told you.