Quotes About Mother

asked Mother. She said we might, if Mrs Stick will make us

Artemis smiled grimly. And for a moment, he felt like his old, conniving self, before Holly and his mother had introduced him to their pesky moral codes.

Artemis stepped into his mother's embrace. It was warm and strong. She was wearing perfume. He felt like the boy he was.

School trip, Mother. Skiing in Austria.

The boy bent his head lower. "I don't want any," he said in a whisper. "Oh, dogs, dogs, dogs," his mother flared. Her voice rose in anger again. "All this trouble over one dog. Well, if ye ask me, I'm glad Lassie's gone. That I am. As much trouble to take care of as a child! Now she's gone, and it's done with, and I'm glad – I am. I'm glad!

I loved Aphrodite from the first and steeped myself in her legends. My mother told me that in ancient times her rituals were bloody and cruel, but I only half believed it.

Bea did not want a new mother. She'd hardly even seen the one she once had, except for glimpses out the window when her mother was climbing into a carriage to go off to a party. She'd been as beautiful as an angel, all sparkling and laughing in her lovely gowns, but not much use.

Forty-two: On your first mission into space, you recall your mother's umbilical cord being cut from you. Your high heels floating down the river, all the way into the Atlantic Ocean.

Sweater , n. Garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.

One of the key algorithms of compassionate artificial intelligence is Mother-Infant Inter-brain Synchrony algorithm, which mimics the brain-to-brain synchrony of gaze, facial expressions, touch and heart rhythms of mother and child.

The truth, Your Honor, is that the immigrant feels at home in guilt... the guilt of having abandoned my parents. A slippery slope, this. My father, my mother, my motherland, my mother tongue.

Like birds of passage, the instincts drift the soul adventurously beyond the horizon of sensible things, as if intent on convoying it to the mother country from whence it had flown.

Where there is a mother in the house, matters speed well.

Where there is a mother in the home, matters go well.

Sir... I... don't want... to... be... here," I said between sobs. There, I'd said it. Now everyone would be happy- Cadet Daily, my mother... Yes, you do, Davis." No, sir... I don't," I gasped. Homesick?" I shook my head from side to side. "No... sir... it's too much... like home.

I saw in her more potential, more character, than her mother allowed.

A middle-aged mother in a little town called Naples has been named Miss Dreamsville.

A good son?" Cassidy asked, because he'd always wondered what it took to be a good son. He'd tried—always neat, always clean, always on time—but nobody had seemed to want the job of being his mother. "The best.

God love his mother. He really had learned from the very fuckin' best.

She's so pretty, isn't she? Beautiful, really. That prefect skin, those long legs. And that hair! It's so black. Black as a raven's feather, that's what my mother used to say. Do you know, Ellie, what a group of ravens is called? [...] It's called an Unkindness. Isn't that strange? An Unkindness. Well... it's something to think about.

No mother can tolerate seeing her children hurting. To know that she was the cause of their suffering was the worst part, far worse than the pain, and she hated herself for it.

Ella hadn't thought before to question her mother's happiness-but how many of her mottoes and devices had been antidotes to despair.

His face wore a strange look of peacefulness; in the temple was a little hole, barely visible; blood and mire fouled the pretty hair a mother had kissed with such transports of fondness.

The boredom of the place had made of my mother such a devotee of television that I knew she would not come out to greet me if my arrival coincided with a dramatic moment on Donahue.