Quotes About Mother

I could see my mother's beater Chevy way down below in the parking lot and I pushed the green button on her automatic starter to see how far away I could be from something to make it come to life. Nothing happened, no lights came on.

the idea of "working well" was a relative one for us and that in the context of our present lives my mother was right, it was absolutely fine, no problem.

I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.

Behind all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours begin.

Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father.

You count the hours you could have spent with your mother, it's a lifetime in itself.

A child embarrassed by his mother," she said, "is just a child who hasn't lived long enough.

And I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.

But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins.

I saw in her expression that old, unshakable mountain of concern. And I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know

I made the wrong choice , I whispered. My mother shook her head. A child should never have to choose.

A mother's voice is like no other. We recognize every lilt and whisper, every warble or shriek.

You didn't get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father. That's the thing. Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.

Sacrifice," The Captain said. "You made one. I made one. We all make them. But you were angry over yours. You kept thinking about what you lost. You didn't get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father.

It's nice that you spend a day with your mother,' she said. Children should do it more often.

Why do you want to die?' I shivered. For a second I couldn't breathe. 'You knew...?' She gave a sad smile. 'I'm your mother.

But then, I knew so little about my mother over the last decade of her life. I had been too wrapped up in my own drama.

Sometimes the children asked Eddie to lift them over his head, and when Eddie complied, he saw the mothers' sad smiles: He guessed it was the right lift but the wrong pair of arms.

When my mother entered, wearing her nurse's outfit, her arms full of magazines, we must have said, "Hi Mom" too quickly, because she immediately became suspicious. You can see that in your mother's face right away, that "What did you kids do?" look.

But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins. So this was my mother's story. And mine.

But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because her is where yours begins. So this was my mother's story. And mine.

SACRIFICE, THE CAPTAIN said. You made one. I made one. We all make them. But you were angry over yours. You kept thinking about what you lost. You didn't get it. Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to. Little sacrifices. Big sacrifices. A mother works so her son can go to school. A daughter moves home to take care of her sick father. A man goes to war

Mom?" I whispered. I hadn't said it in so long. When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever

What if I lose you?" "You can't lose your mother, Charley.