Quotes About Mother

Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.

I think your mother loves Leo." "I don't know if she loves him enough." "What would be enough?" "To give up on the promise of love from another.

Consider, children ... the pain of touching the tip of your finger to your mother's stove, even for a fraction of a second. That is an experience which most of you have suffered. Now try to imagine that pain, not simply on a fingertip but spread over the whole surface of your body, and not for a mere second, but everlastingly. That, children, is hellfire.

The departure of our boys to foreign parts with the ever-present possibility that they might never return, taught the real value of photography to every father and mother. To many a mother the photograph of her boy in his country's uniform was the one never-failing consolation.

Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged.

Why didn't my mother see it? Why didn't she stop it? Why did she always blame me? Why did I always blame her? But it has always been easier to blame women, a string of lies tied to an apple. No one blames Adam for taking a bite of his own volition. No one blames God for the harshness of the punishment. Eve always pays for the sins.

Long dead and buried in another town My mother isn't finished with me yet.

And her arms would open wide, in welcome. It seemed involuntary, as though her mother were exposing her heart to her daughter.

Havoc!" his mother cried, letting the dogs slip out as she called into the woods.

Long dead and buried in another town, my mother hasn't finished with me yet.

Libby carried on singing and wiggling around in Mum's arm, and then Mum noticed me. Being in my bedroom. "What are you up to, Georgia? Why are you in here?" I said, "Not that anyone notices, but this is actually my room. You know, for me to be in. I was in bed, as it happens." Mum said as she went out, "Oh you must be sooo tired, all that lip gloss and mascara to carry round all day." Vair vair amusing. Not.

Gaia—which in Greek means "the earth.

You know, that's the only good thing about divorce; you get to sleep with your mother.

The day my father killed off my mother was the day he stopped knowing me.

El amor te hace desgraciado", decía nuestra madre. "Mojas la almohada llorando hasta quedarte dormida, empañas las cabinas telefónicas, con tus lágrimas, tus sollozos hacen aullar al perro, fumas dos cigarrillos a la vez" (Del cuento Mamá)

There she was, the mother of me, like a lit plinth, Heavenly, though I was reared to find this kind Of visitation impractical; she was an unbearable detail Of the supreme celestial map, Of which I had been taught that there was No such thing.

oh antic God return to me my mother in her thirties leaned across the front porch the huge pillow of her breasts pressing against the rail summoning me in for bed. I am almost the dead woman's age times two. I can barely recall her song the scent of her hands though her wild hair scratches my dreams at night. return to me, oh Lord of then and now, my mother's calling, her young voice humming my name.

Mermaids are the intermediaries between the human world and the great, deep energies of grandmother ocean. They keep the song of the waters, and they call out to us, to remind us that the great ocean is our true mother and the home of all life.

One of my cats reminds me of my mother. I pat my mother in her. Reincarnation of evaporated mother.

Trust the good God, do not be afraid, and soon your troubles will be over and you will be once more in your mother's arms.

You stared at the stranger in front of you and decided, categorically, that this was no longer your son. Or you made the decision to find whatever scraps of your child you still could in what he had become. Was that even really a choice, if you were a mother?

Delilah's mother cleans other people's houses, and she reminds me a bit of another story from Rapscullio's shelves, about a young scullery maid who possesses both glass footwear and inner beauty, which makes a prince fall head over heels for her.

Here's what I hadn't realized : the mother you haven't seen for almost 36 years isn't your mother. She is a stranger. Sharing DNA does not make you fast friends. This was not a joyous reunion. It was just awkward.

Mooooooooooom!" When I yell like that, she can come quick as a ghost, the air empty one minute and full of her the next.