Quotes About Motherhood

I demand the independence of woman, her right to support herself; to live for herself; to love whomever she pleases, or as many as she pleases. I demand freedom for both sexes, freedom of action, freedom in love and freedom in motherhood.

history has taught us that it is unwise to wager against a protective mother, as often the universe sides with this particular energy.

Ik bewonder haar, moeder, echt. Zoals zij alles aanpakt wat op haar pad komt en nooit opgeeft.' Angeline Fowl zoog verbaasd haar adem in. 'Nou, Artemis Fowl de Tweede, dat is zo'n beetje de langste niet-wetenschappelijke zin die ik je ooit heb horen uitspreken.

It wasn't her fault, but it was her fate, like so many single mothers, to be caught between a wistful child and his fantasies of the father who is perfect, in part because he is hardly ever there.

Some people, were born to sit by a river. Some get struck by lightning. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people, dance.

Mothers and daughters -- it's a comedy, but also a tragedy. We fill our daughters with all the chutzpah we wish for ourselves. We want them to be free as we were not. And then we resent them for being so free. We resent them for being what we have made! With granddaughters, it's so much easier. And great-granddaughters.

once becoming a mother, a woman might be radicalized in her feminism. She had a greater stake in saving the earth from male politicians. She had a greater stake in education and health, in the environment, in all social policy. She finally understood the way our society makes children and mothers the lowers of priorities. ...... I was hardly mellowed by the maternal transformation. If anything, my feminism grew more fierce.

Mother's love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.

The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother's side, yet this very love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent.

as she walked back to her husband, lola thought about lying on her expensive sheets and holding a baby - their baby - to her breast. to the baby, lola would smell like a mother, and the ridiculous chandelier would look like stars.

Mammals: a family of vertebrate animals whose females in a state of nature suckle their young, but when civilized and enlightened put them out to nurse, or use the bottle.

How a mother comes to love her child, her caring at all for this thing that's made her heavy, lopsided and slow, this thing that made her wish she were dead … that's the miracle.

Mother, if you love her- Mother, if you love her, keep her clean. Mother, if you lover her, keep her-

See life and feel its pulses with the eyes of a compassionate mother.

Pity the mother who assumes the name without being all this implies!

It was a festival of maternal love, all day, every day.

And why is Saint Paula a Saint? She dumps her four kids at a convent. She runs off to Hajira with Saint Jerome. How is that a saint? You've got shitty mothers all over America who would love to dump their kids and travel.

you notes, and defended him against all comers. I was as good a parent as I knew how to be, because there was something about the job that mattered to me (well, not "something": my own mother, who was a loving presence and a terrible cook but never protected me from anything or anyone, handicapped as she was by besetting anxiety).

Depending on what day of the week it is and what time of the month it is, I'm a good friend or not a good friend. I'm more or less a good mom or not a good mom, more or less a good mate or not a good mate. That's just life, whether or not you're public.

Babies don't need fathers, but mothers do. Someone who is taking care of a baby needs to be taken care of.

The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss—you have gone and lost something else. But the body moves toward health. The mind, too, in steps. One step at a time. Ask a mother who has just lost a child, How many children do you have? "Four," she will say, "—three," and years later, "Three," she will say, "—four.

After a murmur of general assent, Ariadne spoke up. "And oh my God, I have to pump my boobs. You guys, you don't even know. It's like having blue balls strapped to your chest!" After a horrified silence, the men practically ran screaming from the building.

And Ariadne was crying. "You get that," she said, her voice thick. "How come you can get that for my baby, but you can't get it for you?

I'm sorry your friend died back when you were a lost child, mal'chik, but I am not sorry it was not you. Of all the fucking awful things I did as a mother, seeing you grown is the one I will not regret.