Quotes About Mother

She didn't notice that she used black magic and put a spell on her daughter. She didn't know the power of her word, and therefore she isn't to blame.

If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress.

Oh, all that was so far away, almost forgotten. But during her mother's five-day stay in Paris, that feeling of inferiority, of weakness, of dependency came over her again.

How can she explain to Gustaf that within the magic circle of maternal energy, Irena has never manage to rule over her own life? How can she explain that the constant proximity of the mother would throw her back, into her weakness, her immaturity?

To cover his tracks and mask his erotic withdrawal, he took pleasure in good-naturedly dirty stories and mildly ambiguous allusions, all delivered loudly and with laughter. The mother was his best ally, ever quick to support him with smutty remarks that she would pronounce in some exaggerated, parodic manner, and in her puerile English. Listening to the two of them, Irena got the sense that eroticism had once and for all turned into childish clowning.

Now we can understand the meaning of Tereza's secret vice, her long looks and frequent glances in the mirror. It was a battle with her mother. It was a longing to be a body unlike other bodies, to find that the surface of her face reflected the crew of the soul charging up from below. It was not an easy task: her soul – her sad, timid, self-effacing soul – lay concealed in the depths of her bowels and was ashamed to show itself.

battles over job and career, over every picture published. She had never been ambitious out of vanity. All she ever wanted was to escape from her mother's world. Yes, she saw it with absolute clarity: no matter how enthusiastic she was about taking pictures, she could just as easily have turned her enthusiasm to any other endeavour. Photography was nothing but a way of getting at 'something higher' and living beside Thomas.

No solo era físicamente parecida a su madre, sino que a veces me parece que su vida no era más que una prolongación de la vida de la madre, poco más o menos como la trayectoria de una bola de billar es solo la prolongación del movimiento de la mano del jugador

Nunca fora ambiciosa por vaidade. Tudo o que queria era escapar ao mundo da mãe

He looks at Mama out of the corner of his eye, again surprised by how little she is. As if all of her life has been a slow process of shrinkage.

That was what the dream was meant to tell Tomas, what Tereza was unable to tell himself. She had come to her, to escape her mother's world, a world where all bodies were equal. She had drawn an equal sign between her and the rest of them: she kissed them all alike, made no absolutely no distinction between Tereza's body and the other bodies. He had sent her back into the world she tried to escape, sent her to march naked with the other naked woman.

Non solo assomigliava fisicamente alla madre, ma a volte ho l'impressione che la sua vita non sia stata che un prolungamento della vita della madre [...].

Kundalini is your Mother. She has been with you for ages and She has been waiting for this day when you could get your Realization.

Mama is funny. She has a great sense of humor and loves a good joke. Loves a practical joke, too.

My mother is my last point of security in relation to my past, and if that breaks, I will not ever have that type of pure love or pure attachment.

I love the classic crooners, but I got that from my mother - she worked in a record store.

My own mother died when I was 10 years old. My folks have told me that what little humor I have comes from her. I can't remember her humor, but I can remember her love and understanding of me.

I--love's skein upon the ground, My body in the tomb-- Shall leap into the light lost In my mother's womb.

My mom took me to see Goldfinger. My mom took me to see To Sir, With Love.

You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.

In the soft and gentle arms of a mother's love, children can come to know the voice of the Lord.

I am the mother that bore you, and your sorrow is my agony; and if you don't hate her, i do' Then, mother, you make me love her more. She is unjustly treated by you, and I must make the balance even.

My love of fashion stemmed from my mother's passion for it.

Love her as in childhood Through feeble, old and grey. For you'll never miss a mother's love Till she's buried beneath the clay.