Quotes About Mother

Her mother likes to say that novels have ruined Amelia for real men.

You call your mother. You're in a panic, but as soon as your mother answers the phone, you relax. When your mother is worrying about something, it means that you won't have to.

Amelia the bright-sider believes it is better to be alone than to be with someone who doesn't share your sensibilities and interests. (It is, right?) Her mother likes to say that novels have ruined Amelia for real men.

Alice would only have to be in the hospital for two nights this time, and it was only out of, according to her mother, "an abundance of caution." It reminded her of a murder of crows, a flock of seagulls, a pack of wolves. She imagined that "caution" was a creature of some kind -- maybe, a cross between a Saint Bernard and an elephant. A large, intelligent, friendly animal that could be counted on to defend the Green sisters from threats, existential and otherwise.

Your mother is in the bedside chair. She is wearing a dress printed with strawberries and birds. Using a long needle, she is stringing brightly origami cranes into garlands. It's a Japanese custom called senbazaru. If you make one thousand paper cranes, you can restore someone to good health.

Sam and his mother, Anna Lee, arrived in Los Angeles in July of 1984. It was the summer of the Olympics, the first Summer Olympics to be held in the United States in fifty years. The mood was hopeful and manic.

He was twelve, on the verge of being more man than boy. Every day, Sam became more of a mystery to Anna, even his smells, once so familiar, were a mystery, and there was a feeling of mourning to this. Yet, still Sam knew with certainty that his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.

I longed for Mum in the most primitive way.

I did wear those shoes to my wedding, and I ended up twisting my ankle on the way out of the synagogue. I limped through the entire reception. I couldn't dance at all. My mother's advice had always been sound.

I was overweight when I was her age, and my mother discussed it exhaustively. And yes, as a result, I would say I am the proud owner of several complexes. But who isn't? When you think about it, isn't a person just a structure built in reaction to the landscape and the weather?

Before your mother, my heart was little more than a seed, Jane. A wiggly, gelatinous mother, rather like a solitary sperm.

He is folding cranes so that your mother can string them. This is marriage.

By the way, I never mention her weight because I don't want her to end up with a complex. I was overweight when I was her age, and my mother discussed it exhaustively. And yes, as a result, I would say I am the proud owner of several complexes. But who isn't? When you think about it, isn't a person just a structure built in reaction to the landscape and the weather?

probably going to fail and then I'll probably end up just like my mother." She stands up from

thinks she should have met someone by now. And yet . . . Amelia the bright-sider believes it is better to be alone than to be with someone who doesn't share your sensibilities and interests. (It is, right?) Her mother likes to say that novels have ruined Amelia for real men. This observation insults Amelia because it implies that she only reads

For instance, until her death, her mother had sent her new underwear in the mail every other month.

as soon as your mother answers the phone, you relax. When your mother is worrying about something, it means that you won't have to.

When the baby sees Ismay, she bawls. "She must miss her mother," Ismay says. "Maybe I remind her of her mother?" A.J. nods, though he thinks the real cause is that his sister-in-law frightens the baby.

Some family,' I said. 'No one's paying attention to the mother. Who could blame her if she took off? Look at them.' A minute or so went by, and then Mrs. Windermere said, in a voice as soft as summer blue air, 'Skinny Delivery Boy, you have it all wrong. Look how she's standing close to her little one. She's looking around to watch for the next spectacular thing that's going to come into his life.' And I'm not lying, she was right.

En la tarde de ese día, en medio del tumulto causado por la tormenta, en una pequeña casa en la isla de Xaltocan, nací de mi madre para empezar a morir.

Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was as golden as the sun's rays, and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes. She wheedled her mother, was kind to her doll, took great care of her frock and her red shoes and her fiddle, but loved most of all, when she went to sleep, to hear the Angel of Music.

I didn't listen to her because she was my mother & wouldn't know anything until I was much older.

Scent: When she wore the hat, even many years later, she could always smell her mother's perfume & it was hard to remember she was supposed to be alone.

I would give a million bucks to have seen my mother say "cute shoes" to naked Ashley Judd.