Quotes About Mother

My first picture was Kitty Foyle. It was my mother who made all those films with Fred Astaire.

Time is the father of truth, its mother is our mind.

IL TUONO E nella notte nera come il nulla, a un tratto, col fragor d'arduo dirupo che frana, il tuono rimbombò di schianto: rimbombò, rimbalzò, rotolò cupo, e tacque, e poi rimareggiò rinfranto, e poi vanì. Soave allora un canto s'udì di madre, e il moto di una culla.

If, as my mother used to say, a secret is a shame or a treasure, these were treasures.

God has given you your country as cradle, and humanity as mother; you cannot rightly love your brethren of the cradle if you love not the common mother.

LA MADRE E il cuore quando d'un ultimo battito avrà fatto cadere il muro d'ombra per condurmi, Madre, sino al Signore, come una volta mi darai la mano. In ginocchio, decisa, Sarai una statua davanti all'eterno, come già ti vedeva quando eri ancora in vita. Alzerai tremante le vecchie braccia, come quando spirasti dicendo: Mio Dio, eccomi. E solo quando m'avrà perdonato, ti verrà desiderio di guardarmi. Ricorderai d'avermi atteso tanto, e avrai negli occhi un rapido sospiro.

In the middle of the night, with his father and brother asleep, and his mother having an adventure, he felt fits of longing for places he'd never been, places he couldn't describe, and he wondered if there were anyone else like him in the world, awake and catching glimpses of the unknown. He wondered if he were truly related to his family, or if instead he had dropped among them, a changeling.

Mama worked outside the home — in the garden.

We have found over and over again that a child at home with mother can learn as much in an hour as the average child learns in a day at school; as much in a day as the average child learns in a week at school.

Sometimes when I'm in the midst of all this, I can hear my mother saying, 'Democracy is just something you must do every day, like brushing your teeth.

Reading in the car was so much my personal journey that when my mother urged me to put down my book and look out the window, I would protest, "But I just looked an hour ago!

Native nations were often matrilineal: that is, clan identity passed through the mother, and a husband joined a wife's household, not vice versa. Matrilineal does not mean matriarchal, which, like patriarchal, assumes that some group has to dominate—a failure of the imagination.

I was more interested in going to sea and the revolution than in staying home as the mother or the wife.

Like so many daughters who don't yet know that a female fate is not a personal fault, I told myself as a young woman, "I'm not going to be anything like my mother".

When my mother was alive, I was the daughter first and everything else second.... That's what made her death so painful. My mother was a big part of my life and a big reason why I did what I did. I've always derived a lot of energy from being a good daughter.... When she was gone, I suddenly thought, Why am I doing this? For whom? Losing my mom was really hard on me. I remember going to the Academy Awards shortly after she died and thinking, Well I'm all dressed up, and my mother won't see me.

I believe that it should be the blessing of every child to be born into a home where that child is welcomed, nurtured, loved, and blessed with parents, a father and a mother, who live with loyalty to one another and to their children.

Mothers are those wonderful people who can get up in the morning before the smell of coffee.

Mrs. Morse did not require a mother's intuition to read the advertisement in Ruth's face when she returned home. The flush that would not leave the cheeks told the simple story, and more eloquently did the eyes, large and bright, reflecting an unmistakable inward glory.

Why do you always have to argue with me? I'm your mother and I know best. Now come along.' So

soaring above all the others. 'Silent night, holy night, All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy infant, So tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace.

beware, white man, of the friendly forest, of the painted desert, beware of the singing water lest you find your mother and she pounce and devour you

in 1620 Kepler's mother was being tried for witchcraft.

In those days my mother was given to the exasperating and mysterious habit of having babies.

I remembered my mother's insistence that I always wear clean underwear because I might get knocked down by a car on the way to or from school and I and the family would be disgraced even beyond the grave, presumably, if my underwear was dirty. And I began to worry, in fact, as the doctor sniffed and prodded, about the state of the shorts I was wearing. This made me want to laugh. But I could not breathe.