Quotes About Mother

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

You're so beautiful," her mother said as she was leaving. "You should get a gun.

A mother's happiness; something you recognize and then forget; it didn't seem to matter much, though it spread through our bodies.

Still, Walter had never contended with their mother the way she had. He hadn't been there for the worst of it. And their mother had always been different with him. Lina desperately wanted not to become her. Walter never for a second even considered that he could.

She was greatly moved by her mother's love marriage, more than she had been in years. Love, Ma was telling her, not only in words but by example, conquers all.

I have taken time away," said Ma, "now I am going back to your father. You see? Life is not simple. You do not know what will happen with Joe." "Okay, Ma." She wouldn't argue, because Ma had used her best stubborn voice.

From the soft mouth of the woman who gave her life, my mother received the words that would keep her, still and unmoving, underneath the Old Man. The words swam with her in the dark and kept her from reaching up with a knife and cutting his neck like that of a chicken. Her mother told her to swallow her anger, and she gulped it down until her belly became distended with it. Worse, her mother knew that it would.

The mother of cruelty is cowardice.

Misery colored by the greens and blues in my mother's voice took all the grief out of the words and left me with a conviction that pain was not only endurable, it was sweet.

The Sun and the Moon are equated with the Father and the Mother. In the day, look up and remember our God; at night, look up and remember our Goddess - they are with us all the time!

You carry the blood of the horse lords, the Bard said... Your mother must have been a descendant of King Hengist, who was said to take the form of a horse when he went into battle. ... So I could be royal, said the shield maiden. Or part horse, Jack added. She danced the stallion sideways, making him jump out of the way.

Undeniable; Jennifer was one of those women whose meaning, if they have one, is only apparent to husband and children

temblorosa de frío y de verdad, como una madre (de Solaris)

Yet our old expectation that the suburbs are homey, tranquil and predictable places continues to gnaw at the feminine collective subconscious. The suburban home still begs for a presiding divinity -- a keeper of the keys and human cares, the archetypal mother of earlier ages.

Dear Thomas, on his knees to me, pleading. And his pain smote me to the core of my heart, and I saw: Mother of misery, I had done this to him. Cernunnos had tried to warn me. I was not whole, not ready, he had said. Ongwynn had tried to warn me. All powers above and below, even the sweet lady mother of us all, had tried. This moment was the one that Lady water had tried to show me…. Yet I whispered, "I cannot.

My mother had enough magic to give me three blessings before she died," I said, and he instinctively bent in to hear it. "The first was wit; the second beauty, and the third—that fools should recognize neither." Irina

My anger's a bad guest, my mother likes to say: comes without warning and stays a long time.

My mother had enough magic to give me three blessings before she died," I said, and he instinctively bent in to hear it. "The first was wit; the second beauty, and the third—that fools should recognize neither.

I didn't really understand what mothers were, because mine was in a tree, but I knew they were very good things and you were very angry and sad if you lost them.

My darling girl, I love you, have courage, my mother wrote, and keep far away from Orion Lake.

I thought by then that maybe everything was all right because Panova Mandelstam was a mother. I didn't really understand what mothers were, because mine was in a tree, but I knew they were very good things and you were very angry

My mother had enough magic to give me three blessings before she died. The first was wit; the second beauty, and the third — that fools should recognize neither.

My anger's a bad guest, my mother likes to say: comes without warning and stays a long time.

We conceived of the planet as female, an all-giving Mother Nature, just as we conceived of the female body, infinitely alterable by and for man; we serve both ourselves and our hopes for the planet by insisting on a new female reality on which to base a new metaphor for the earth: the female body with its own organic integrity that must be respected.