Quotes About Mother

I've known the taste of fear from birth. It was in my mother's milk.

Got something to do with guilt,' Toro said. 'Her mother,neh?' 'Guilt. Longing. Got something to do with all of us.

In April 1933, Willie's mother, Myrle, gave birth to him in a manger somewhere along the old highway between Waco & Dallas. There were angels in attendance that night. Some of them, no doubt, flying too close to the ground:

Pausing in front of her, her mother brushed the hair back from her face and smiled sweetly at her before she kissed her brow. "You've changed much, my little treasure." A stinging wave of grief consumed her as she heard her mother's blessed voice again. Tears welled in her eyes. "I've missed you, Mama." -Seren and her mother, in a dream.

You know the Wicked Witch of Tenth Street? - Ananka's mother, to Principal Wickham

His mother watched him for a moment, then turned. She had to thrash to free herself from the bank, and then she was gone, swimming fast out to sea.

Lindell had seen too many of these women who subordinated themselves, but could also feel the temptation of giving in to a more traditional woman's role. It would be so easy to be like her mother. So seemingly secure.

She begins laughing hysterically at the long-held notion that the bra, like her lost marriage, & her fabulous mother, & the man she thought she loved 2 men ago, or even the one she loves now, would last forever.

She knows she will remember these last moments with her Mother every single day for the rest of her own life.

my phone rings. I sense my hard-won optimism is about to get a smackdown. The Angel of Death, also known as my mother, Lenore Tate, long-suffering widow and professional pessimist.

A girl was like a kite; without her mother's strong, steady hold on the string, she might just float away, be lost somewhere among the clouds.

Like all motherless girls, Leni would become an emotional explorer, trying to uncover the lost part of her, the mother who carried and nurtured and loved her. Leni would become both mother and child; to her, mama would still grow and age. She would never be gone, not as long as Leni remembered her.

Time goes too quickly. This is the advice that my mother should have given me from her hospital bed. Instead of vague, unknowable quips like "Be careful what you wish for," she should have told me time slides away on a hillside of loose shale and takes everything in its path - dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.

The children's lives would never be the same after today. Their opinions of everything would change, but especially their opinions of themselves, of the durability of love and the truth of their family. They would know forever that their father hadn't loved their mother--or them--enough to stay with them through hard times.

How could any woman know her own story until she knew her mother's?

Behold the secret conspiracy between mother and son, and how each helps the other to betray life.

the spirit of regression, [which] threatens us with bondage to the mother and with dissolution and extinction in the unconscious.

The more a person shrinks from adapting himself to reality, the greater becomes the fear which increasingly besets his path at every point. Thus a vicious circle is formed: fear of life and people causes more shrinking back, and this in turn leads to infantilism and finally "into the mother".

If we are special we are only special in the way that everyone feels themselves to be, as every mother is to her child. Certainly not for the rest of nature.

My mother taught me about the power of inspiration and courage, and she did it with a strength and a passion that I wish could be bottled.

My mom was amazing. She believed in me and we were best friends.

We can think a healed thought and speak a healed word, speak of and to the two who are One, our MotherGoddessFatherGod. The hopeful but misty thought that "I've a Mother there" will give way to the experience that "I've a Mother here." We will know Him, Her, Them, Us, the Divine Family unbroken, bringing part to whole and whole to part, singing the indispensable She who had been forgotten but it now found, singing the wholeness, singing the holiness.

Unable to reach back to her book bag, she was reduced to reading the advertising cards above the heads of other passengers. One sign said 'Kiss warts and bunions goodbye.' Another ad was for Right to Life proponents. If you knew an unwed mother-to-be, there was a number where you could turn her in.

Our Mother whose body is the Earth, Blessed are you, And blessed are all the fruits of your womb. You give us this day our daily bread, And we share it with others. Our Mother whose body is the Earth, We love you with all our hearts, And our neighbors as ourselves.