Quotes About Mother

That was about to change. She watched her mother pack. Susan, her rich brown hair already coiled in her signature French twist, neatly hung another suit in the organized garment bag, then checked off the printout with each day of the week's medical conference broken into subgroups. The printout included a spreadsheet listing every event, appointment, meeting and meal, scheduled with the selected

Oggi è il compleanno di mamma". "L'hai già chiamata?": "Non ancora"... "Chiamala e basta. Ti farà sentire una merda. Ma è quello che fanno sempre le madri". Non era per niente quello che facevano sempre le madri. Lei non sarebbe diventata quel tipo di madre.

As a mother, you're the world almanac and the encyclopedia and the dictionary and the Bible, all rolled up together.

Glaubt mir, für meine Mutter ist das nicht nur Schauspielerei; sich im Bett harpunieren zu lassen ist eine ihrer Lieblingsbeschäftigungen.

En la historia edípica moderna, es la madre la que mata al padre y se lleva al hijo. Y uno no se puede divorciar de su madre. Ni matarla.

Me he pasado la vida atacándolo todo porque me daba demasiado miedo arriesgarme a crear algo... Nunca nada estaba bien —dice mi madre—, o sea que al final de mi vida no me queda nada.

And then, into the fantasy, as into a dream, would come the thought: it's not like this anymore; the world has changed. Just the way, even at that time fully two years after my mother's death, I'd catch myself thinking about her as alive; and would suddenly remember, an admonitory finger of grief upon my breast, that she was gone.

mother. "BONNIE?" Just

We gave away our land and our water-ka wai ola, our life source. But we forgot to tell the haole they should love then like we do. That the streams are our brothers. That the earth is our mother.

He liked the phrase "mother's tit." It said so much, so simply. Momma's tit had a good deal more power to move these men than her apple pie.

He was not happier at his mother's nipple than in that ring of demons.

It was what his mother would have done in the circumstances. Boiled some fresh water, warmed the pot and counted out the spoonfuls of tea. Setting domestic order against the chaos, in the hope of winning some temporary reprieve from the vale of tears.

Why do you have a picture of my mentor, Siri, on the shelf above your fireplace? - Evaline. ... That's not your mentor... That's my mother, Desiree. - Mina

It is not fashionable anymore, I suppose, to have a regard for one's mother in the way my brother and I had then, in the mid-1950s, when the noise outside the window was mostly wind and sea chime.

She likes the word mother and all the complications it brings. She isn't interested in true or birth or adoptive or whatever other series of mothers there are in the world. Gloria was her mother. Jazzlyn was too. They were like strangers on a porch, Gloria and Jazzlyn, with the evening sun going down: they just sat there together and neither could say what the other one knew, so they just kept quiet, and watched the day descend. One of them said good night, while the other waited.

Did you take a vow of poverty or something? This is a housedress, Malloy, she said, indignant again. I was cleaning when you came. I gave my other clothes away because I got some new ones. From my mother. Did your mother take a vow of poverty?

The fear is mother of the event.

The wish is father to the thought" to "The fear is mother of the event.

Tu as mis au monde un fleuve de larmes, ma mère. J'ai pris le voile, ma mère.

Then answered her son, who turns the stars in the sky: 'What way art thou bending fate, Mother? What dost thou ask For these thy ships? May vessels built by the hands Of mortal men claim an immortal right? Is Aeneas to pass, sure of the outcome, through dangers When nothing is sure? To what god is such power allowed?

Maia genitum

in this case, a mother, noted for her beauty, might be reduced to a purple shadow... (Tansley to Lily on her painting of the house & grounds)

Happy the mother who bears, happier still the biographer who records the life of such a one!

From early childhood his mother had taught him that to discuss in public a profound emotional experience-which, in the open air, immediately evanesces and fades, and, oddly, becomes similar to an analogous experience of one's interlocutor-was not only vulgar, but also a sin against sentiment.