Quotes About Mother

Thus the Mithraic killing of the bull is a sacrifice to the Terrible Mother, to the unconscious, which spontaneously attracts energy from the conscious mind because it has strayed too far from its roots

At the same time the act of sacrifice is a fertilization of the mother: the chthonic serpent-demon drinks the blood, i.e., the soul, of the hero. In this way life becomes immortal, for, like the sun, the hero regenerates himself by his self-sacrifice and re-entry into the mother.

When the neurotic complains that the world does not understand him, he is telling us in a word that he wants his mother.

This is happening with more frequency," her mother said. The words weren't said in anger, but in a kind of martyred resignation.

It seems impossible that any man could adequately describe his mother. I cannot describe mine.

The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for 30 years she served us nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.

the bond between mother and daughter was so strong in the beginning that it functioned as both a shackle and a lifeline.

Every man must define his identity against his mother. If he does not, he just falls back into her and is swallowed up.

A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take.

Luna is really the mother of the Sun, which means, psychologically, that the unconscious is pregnant with consciousness and gives birth to it.

What about your mom?" "She offered to take me to Planned Parenthood to get the Pill and told me to make Adam get tested for various diseases. In the meantime, she ordered me to buy condoms now. She even gave me ten bucks to start my supply.

This woman might have a daughter, but she was as innocent and pure as newly fallen snow.

the Third Ideal is Improvement of Daily Work. It is the dynamic that allows us to change and improve how we work, informed by learning. As Sensei Dr. Steven Spear said, 'It is ignorance that is the mother of all problems, and the only thing that can overcome it is learning.

They darn socks too?" "Yes, as a matter of fact. Do a better job than your mom too. Though don't you dare tell her I said that." "Murderers outsew my mother?" "Apparently so." My dad laughs.

During my sorrowful outburst, my mother had remained entirely impassive. But then why not? Was she not mad? Nay, she was not. She had successfully discarded, as I also wished to do, the arduous yoke of a troublesome existence and had escaped to a tranquil haven somewhere beyond the reach of our world.

Gin was mother's milk to her.

Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over.

Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.

Grandma shrugged. "Framed. A man that pretty can't be a murderer." Mother stared at her. "Penelope, I'm seventy-two years old. You let me enjoy my fantasy.

The Scourge of Mexico and the most terrifying Prime in Houston unhinged his manly jaws and said the only thing he could, "Yes, Mother.

I didn't know you were in the plumbing repair business. I'm in the good son business. I couldn't leave my mother in the house with no running water.

To Mother no was simply a yes that hadn't had a chance to hear her out.

Mom?" Mother turned to Grandmother. "What?" "She's going to lunch with her kidnapper!" "Take a picture for me," Grandma said. "This family will put me into an early grave," my mother growled.

Actually, I would be very grateful for a chance to clean up." Mad Rogan touched his forehead. His fingers came away bloody and stained with soot. Suddenly he looked young and disarming, like one of my cousins when they were in trouble. "And a bite of food if you could spare some." If he laid it on any thicker, he'd be ready to audition for Oliver. My mother couldn't possibly buy this.