Quotes About Mother

After a rainstorm on a brilliant Sunday morning, 17 January 1960, at Lucerne's Municipal Maternity Clinic, Audrey gave birth to a sturdy, well-made son. He weighed nine and a half pounds, and they called him Sean. The Christian name was chosen because it was the Irish version of Audrey's half-brother's name, Ian, and because it meant 'Gift of God', the significance of which was not lost on all who knew the baby's mother.

Ignorance is the Mother of Opposition

I have a very long relationship with America. My mother grew up there and I felt to some extent that I partly belong there. I was schooled there briefly for about a year.

Ambrose says: "Faith is the mother of a good will and doing what is right.

No man could be a khan to his mother.

I grew up singing. My mother was a music teacher.

This man was different from all others; he was forbidden fruit, the outsider. Her mother had trained her well, but she had never told her what to do if a man set her heart to throbbing like the hooves of a runaway horse.

When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.

It could not have been easy for Mother, an only child, to grow up without a father and with a mother who was remote. Photos of her as a child show her extremely dressed up --Cornie's beautiful little doll. But a daughter, unlike a doll, grows up, and might fall in love with and marry someone her mother does not like; she becomes an individual with her own ideas.

I'm ultimately a widow and a single mother, who's not even getting to be a mother right now. I am so alone, it's freaky.

Cop tricks pale in comparison with mother tricks.

all her mother's pains and benefits . . .'" She faltered, and I continued the Shakespeare for her. "'To laughter and contempt, that she may feel / How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is / To have a thankless child.

Mother looked really wolfbait in rose.

My exit from the window is a little like a foal being born. It's a graceless and gangly drop, directly onto my mother's gerbera bed. I emerge quickly and pretend it didn't hurt.

If you have the choice of being abused by your mother or abused by a stranger, you'd choose your mother. It's abuse either way." This came from Arelis Rosario-Keane, a twenty-two-year-old college student and a veteran of the foster care system, referring to the likelihood of getting mistreated in care.

I feel that between my experience and my mother's, breast cancer is a little bit like someone who lives next door. I know what that person looks like and what their daily habits are.

I fear the dark. The dark is where preexistence abides. It is not possible to think of pre-existence, but one dreads its facsimile: post-existence. Do not erase, obliterate, or annihilate me. Mother, my mother. I will serve you. Use me in the wide world.

Whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the seagreat heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies.And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender youngand dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.

He's too tired to squirm clear of her, which is good 'cause pinching and kissing and hugging will calm an Italian mother-person better than anything.

The precursor of the mirror is the mother's face.

It would be much easier to entertain the Queen Mother, who is really grand, than a woman like Lady Fotheringay Massington who only thinks she's grand . . . and it would much more pleasant.

I'll gie ye tae the lions for their denners." This threat has no effect upon the imps at all—for they are inured to empty threats—but its effect upon Betty is remarkable. She seizes my hand and cries in accents of dismay, "Oh Mummy, don't let her—don't let her, Mummy!" It takes several minutes to convince Betty that the children's mother has no intention of feeding her offspring to the lions.

I'll not wheesht! Those children get no fun at all, they're shut up in the attics from one year's end to another — it's a wonder to me if their mother knows them by sight. I wouldn't be them for a good deal." Janet rose as she spoke and flounced out of the room, adding as a parting shot, "The dog has a better life; he's allowed to lie on the hearth-rug anyway.

Other children had brothers and sisters and sometimes they said to me it must be dull being an only child. " What do you do? " they asked. " Fancy having nobody to play with! " I was never dull; there was plenty to do and I had Mother to play with. I never thought of Mother as being " old " or " young." In fact I never really thought of her at all. She was just Mother.