Quotes About Motherhood

An elk mother, cornered, will slash with her hooves and tear with her mouth and even offer the hope of her own hamstrings, and if none of that works, she'll rise again years and years later, because it's never over, it's always just beginning again.

I think all mothers shine a little, you know, at least until their kids grow up enough to watch out for themselves.

But listen to me, all three of you, n hear this if you don't hear nothing else: everything I did, I did for love . . . the love a natural mother feels for her children. That's the strongest love there is in the world, and it's the deadliest. There's no bitch on earth like a mother frightened for her kids.

That was the hurtful part of motherhood, not being able to fix what you couldn't understand.

Whenever a woman gets pregnant, she literally bets with her life.

I'd love kids. I'm obsessed with babies. Of course I've thought about baby names. A million times. I like Alfie for a little boy.

Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. There's no bond so strong in the entire world. No love so instantaneous and forgiving.

My mother's love has always been a sustaining force for our family, and one of my greatest joys is seeing her integrity, her compassion, her intelligence reflected in my daughters.

My number one goal is to love, support and be there for my son.

The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement.

The only thing Jess really cared about were those two children and letting them know they were okay. Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.

When Jess had Tanzie, young and daft as she had been, she'd had enough wisdom to know she was going to tell her how much she loved her every day. She would hug her and wipe her tears and flop with her on the sofa with their legs entwined like spaghetti. She would cocoon her in love.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay. Some

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay.

É só que o que não se pode compreender a respeito da maternidade, até que se tenha um filho, é que não é um adulto — o deselegante, barbado, fedorento, filho teimoso — que a mãe vê diante de si, com seus recibos de estacionamento, seus sapatos não engraxados e sua complicada vida sentimental. A mãe enxerga todas as pessoas que o filho já foi ao longo da vida reunidas em uma só. Jojo Moyes - Como eu era antes de você

Because there had to be something wrong, didn't there, if even your own mother didn't really love you?

It's just that the thing you never understand about being a mother, until you are one, is that it is not the grown man—the galumphing, unshaven, stinking, opinionated offspring—you see before you, with his parking tickets and unpolished shoes and complicated love life. You see all the people he has ever been all rolled up into one. I

she knew that something happened to you when your mother didn't hold you close, or tell you all the time that you were the best thing ever, or even notice when you were home: a little part of you sealed over.

It's just that the thing you never understand about being a mother, until you are one, is that it is not the grown man – the galumphing, unshaven, stinking, opinionated offspring – you see before you, with his parking tickets and unpolished shoes and complicated love life. You see all the people he has ever been all rolled up into one.

Mums are allowed to smell of wine when they're sort of on holiday.

I heard him and could well imagine what he had been like in those business meetings, the career that had made him rich and arrogant. He was a man who was used to being heard, after all. He couldn't bear it that in some way I had the power to dictate his future, that I had somehow become Mother again. It

she was one of the lucky few who were not deprived by marriage and motherhood of their creativity. Or, more importantly, their passion.

Because she knew that something happened to you when your mother didn't hold you close, or tell you all the time that you were the best thing ever, or even notice when you were home: a little part of you sealed over. You didn't need

What mother could abandon the dream that lived inside her, deny the one thing in this world she knows as certain, which is the absolute and everlasting beauty of her child?