Quotes About Love

I do what I do in my mother's name because I couldn't help her then. Now I can.

I'm raising my daughter with her grandparents in the picture, and that feels good.

Daughters are supposed to be friends to their mothers in their old age.

No daughter is ever her mother's darling. That spot is always reserved for the son.

My mom is a very warm, typical sort of Jewish-mother type. And my dad has a somewhat, um, different personality.

She was like a mother to me...and I betrayed as a daughter will betray her mother and yet, never stop loving her.

My mother has become my daughter and I've become her guardian.

I see a boy with his mother's ambition, performing for love, trained in submission.

My mother is the bravest human being I've ever come across.

You know, you know, obviously, if my daughter's happy, you know, then I don't have any problem.

My father is conservative but has always supported my decisions. He lets me take my own decisions. His only condition while allowing me to come to Mumbai was that my mother must accompany me.

I have a mother that's very strong and family that surround me and constantly tell me they love me.

What least makes a mother is biology.

It made me realize again how complicated being a mother is. You have 50 million heartbreaking moments, and 100 million beautiful, joyous ones.

Open your heart and love and be loved, my mother still loves me. She's 96.

That is not a crack house. It is a house with a family with a father and a mother and three sons and a daughter.

There is an instinct in a woman to love most her own child - and an instinct to make any child who needs her love, her own.

I have money, fame, a happy wife, our daughter Nell.

I grew up poor. My mother raised a family of four on between $9,000 and $15,000 a year.

Oh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight?

Mothers and fathers do really crazy things with the best of intentions.

He had written my mother once that he wanted her to be the first thing he saw every morning and the last thing he ever saw. And that's how it turned out.

She was a genius, my mother.

My mother's gifts of courage to me were both large and small. The latter are woven so subtly into the fabric of my psyche that I can hardly distinguish where she stops and I begin.