My mother says I was two-and-a-half when I started playing. My father was a minister, and when he went to church in the morning, she would put on Fats Waller, Billie Holiday, Nat King Cole...

I grew up the son of a Seventh Day Adventist minister, so I was really close to the church and sang church music between sips at my bottle, you know? I sat on the piano...

She brushed the tears from their faces and sang them a melancholy lullaby. Her obvious devotion to her daughters pulled at my heart strings, making my chest ache with longing for my own mother.

A man is free to go up as high as he can reach up to; but I, with all my style and pep, can’t get a man my equal because a girl is always judged...

Growing up my mother played Sarah Vaughan and Nat Cole in the house regularly.

Obviously, I’m suffering from lack of sleep, but it truly is a blessing to be a mother.

I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room

My mother was a famous photographer for actresses, including Sophia Loren, Gina Lollobrigida, and so many. I remember I went to school close to my mother’s studio, and for years, I went to the studio...

You are evidence of your mother’s strength, especially if you are a rebellious knucklehead and regardless she has always maintained her sanity.

She wanted to tell him so much, on the tarmac, the day he left. The world is run by brutal men and the surest proof is their armies. If they ask you to stand still,...

Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will f— you up, every time.

Let’s accept it that we remember people only when we have some work and only our Mother‬ remembers us and calls us for no reason, just to know how we are doing!

If I would be made come to earth again, I would ask for the same mother again. If made to return 100 times to earth, I would request to be born through the same mother...

It rewrites the contract, I’d read somewhere. Your self’s no longer central. This thing comes out of you and drags half your soul along after it like a blanket.

After my mother’s death, I had such difficulty relating to people.

My mother believed in all superstitions, plus she made some up.

Being a father or a mother is not only a great challenge, it is a divine calling. It is an effort requiring consecration.

I have to say, I grew up with fashion because my mother was a seamstress, and she had an atelier. She would cut the first pattern, and then she had people working for her. So...

My mother’s from Thailand, and they’re very strict about girls in bikinis, but I would love to do a shoot in the floating market in Thailand.

When you’re interviewing someone, even your mother – you have to sort of deal with you have to get some objective space from yourself and the person but you also have to find what’s the...

Nine years ago, my mother died and my father wore black for a year and a half.

Surely, if Mother Nature had been consulted, she would never have consented to building a city in New Orleans.

I had crossed fifty years of my life, and come across uncountable females as son, husband, father, friend in my life. Coming across several women I carefully studied most of them, and feels that I...

His mother stood before him like a monument. He saw her great outline through the blur of his weakness and his passion. She made no movement at all.

Mariam saw now the sacrifices a mother made. Decency was but one. 

For me, nothing has ever taken precedence over being a mother and having a family and a home.

Her mother was by turns tender and pathetic and terrifying, broken in a way that no one, in that time or place, had any idea how to fix.

The lights flickered, the pain went away, and her mother was holding her, singing ‘Sleep sweet sleep’. (The Children of Ankh series) Kim Cormack

My mother has always encouraged me to do what I love. When I started being interested in fashion, she was very supportive, bringing me to see exhibits and buying me books. And when I started...

Jane was my wicked stepmother: she was generous, affectionate and resourceful; she salvaged my schooling and I owe her an unknowable debt for that. One flaw: sometimes, early on, she would tell me things designed...

Mothers care in volumes of tears and earnestness of prayers and a depth of emotion others cannot fathom.

Schizoaffective disorder is a big mental mash-up of a disease. It combines just about every disorder, from depression, delusions, and paranoia to mania, schizophrenia and hallucinations. My mother bounced between all of these regularly while...

I get out of the car, and I’m blasted by the stench of body odor. Cricket is beside me, and he’s talking, but his words don’t reach my ears.Because it’s my mother.Smelling.On my porch.

My mother is teaching me Indian recipes. I’ll go to the market, get everything fresh, have a glass of red wine, and just do it. I find it really therapeutic.

Motherhood is when eating chicken soup; the kids get the chicken and you get the soup and you would still feel happily stuffed.

I look a lot like my father and his mother.

I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.

I will always love my mother for who she is and everything she does.

You and I. Hand in hand. An endless story of love. A love that grew in me for 9 months and only grows bigger each day.You and I. Hand in hand. An endless journey. Countless...

When you think in terms of public service, I heard so much about what Mother Theresa had done in her life. And I was fortunate enough to get a chance to meet her and talk...

On October 28th, 1887, I became the mother of a girl baby, the very image of its father, at least that is what he said, but who has the temper of its mother.

My mother didn’t try to stab my father until I was six, but she must have shown signs of oddness before that.

Never lie to your mother. That’s like the biggest lesson that I learned, learned throughout my life, you know?

Can I tell my daughter that I loved her father? This was the man who rubbed my feet at night. He praised the food that I cooked. He cried honestly when I brought out trinkets...

My mother’s father taught English literature. When I was about ten or eleven, I could recite Macaulay’s ‘Lays of Ancient Rome.’ While other kids were playing pedestrian war games, I’d be Horatius keeping the bridge.

As a child, my mother told me not to talk to strangers. I did my best to obey. She hadn’t realized that everyone is a stranger to the part of us that makes us who...

War is the father of all things. But who is the mother?

I am happier when I love than when I am loved. I adore my husband, my son, my grandchildren, my mother, my dog, and frankly, I don’t know if they even like me. But who...

My mother and father told me I was god. I was a good Italian boy who hung out with the same four guys. I was a little god.

The greatest legacy a father can leave for his children before he departs is PEACE, otherwise his properties will go in PIECES sooner that he dies.