If I had a choice of educating my daughters or my sons because of opportunity constraints, I would choose to educate my daughters.

Honor your daughters. They are honorable.

Not every daughter mourns the loss of a mother.

To be the father of growing daughters is to understand something of what Yeats evokes with his imperishable phrase ‘terrible beauty.’ Nothing can make one so happily exhilarated or so frightened: it’s a solid lesson...

We were kind of going through a transition. I wanted to be home for my daughters more. Even though I had a degree in teaching I was working more in the marketing and public relations...

We must teach our girls that if they speak their mind, they can create the world they want to see. (145)

Your sons and daughters freed us from that nightmare.

We bring our younger teenage daughters with us to help on Monday when they have the day off from school. They look forward to it every year as much as we do.

…I discovered I’m having a girl. And I hae spent a good portion of the last few weeks thinking about the kind f woman I’d like to see her become and the lessons I’d like...

I want education for the sons and the daughters of all the extremists, especially the Taliban.

He had been searching for it his entire life. He had devoted himself to poetry to find it. Now, in the middle of his life, he found it. It was in the face of the...

Incidentally, I have also learned a bit about the importance of avoiding feminine embarrassment (‘Daddy,’ wrote Sophia when she enrolled at the New School where I teach, ‘people will ask “why is old Christopher Hitchens...

Girls should be strong together. Strong like steel, merry like the tinkling of chimes dancing in the wind.

You ChoseYou chose.You chose.You chose.You chose to give away your love.You chose to have a broken heart. You chose to give up. You chose to hang on.You chose to react.You chose to feel insecure.You chose...

She still remembered sitting for hours as a little girl and pretending to be a hassock. A foot stool. Because if she could just stay very small, and very quiet, her mother would forget she...

Did you ever look out in that dark and fucked-up world out there and think, how do I let my daughter out into that? And how do i stop her? And the things you can’t...

I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into...

She was a monster, but she was my monster.

Fathers never have exactly the daughters they want because they invent a notion a them that the daughters have to conform to.

MY MOTHER GETS DRESSEDIt is impossible for my mother to do eventhe simplest things for herself anymoreso we do it together,get her dressed.I choose the clothes withoutzippers or buckles or straps,clothes that are simplebut elegant,...

As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She...

It’s not always easy being her daughter.’ I think,’ she said, ‘sometimes it’s hard no matter whose daughter you are.

No, I`m putting it away, trying to buy a house for my family. The goal is to use the money to move into a big house, so my daughter can have a garden.

I’d grown up hearing stories about the special hazards that girls faced. I knew where the bodies were found: naked on beaches or cut into pieces, parts frozen in freezers or buried in cement. These...

oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)

And no invader has ever conquered the heart of Poland, that spirit which is the inheritance of sons and daughters, the private passion of families and the ancient, unbreakable tie to all those who came...

I’m sorry you don’t like coming back here,” her mother often said, to cap whatever petty dust-up they’d had. How could Emily explain: it wasn’t her mother or Kersey she’d disowned, but her earlier self,...

What their scorned, over-fucked mothers never teach them is this: men can be hurt, too.

I hope someday she meets just the right man and has babies – a whole passel of babies, more than I could have – so she understands how it kills me now that she won’t...

The people that truly love us in life don’t fight for us to remain a doormat for others.

Your mother said that Fraser sent her back to me, knowing that I would protect her–and you. … And like him, perhaps I send you back, knowing—as he knew of me–that he will protect you...

I don’t need to kill goats to say things. I CAN talk.

blue-gold sky, fresh cloud, emerald-black mountain, trees on rocky ledges, on the summit, the tiny pin of a telephone tower-all brilliantly clear, in shadow and out. and on and through everything everywhere the sun shines...

Doomed to Hell. Every last one of you.

You come from your mauma, you sleep in the bed with her till you’re near twenty years grown, and you still don’t know what haunches in the dark corners of her.

Do not forget to tell your daughters God made them beautiful.

My mother… she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

They were talking more distantly than if they were strangers who had just met, for if they had been he would have been interested in her just because of that, and curious, but their common...

The more a daughter knows about the details of her mother’s life – without flinching or whining – the stronger the daughter.

But can I say, now that she is dead, long dead that I only half believed in her. I wanted, I needed her to revolt. I know, revolutions take vast energy like volcanic eruptions. I...

In many ways we are all sons and daughters of ancient Greece.

…gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)

If daughters couldn’t soften a man, then nothing would.

Ever since Two Daughters I’ve been composing my own music.

This is a perfectly good picture. And if I didn’t know you, I would be impressed and charmed. But I do know you.”He thought some more, wondering whether he dared say precisely what he felt,...

What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up...

This was why Kiki had dreaded having girls: she knew she wouldn’t be able to protect them from self-disgust.

He was too smitten by his second wife and the sons she produced easily and regularly at eighteen-month intervals to bother too much about a daughter.

I am thinking about the way that life can be so slippery; the way that a twelve-year-old girl looking into the mirror to count freckles reaches out toward herself and that reflection has turned into...

If you saw one salvage spark in Donald Young’s relationship with his two daughters, you can decide to spare his life.