Let me talk to my mother. She is listening from above.

I was focused on building things from an early age. When I was about 3, our toilet broke, and my mother was ready to call the plumber. I told her I would fix it and...

My mother is a great artist, but she always treated her paintings like minor postcards. Had she pursued it, she would have been a great artist. Instead, she looked down on her art.

Maybe it’s just a daughter’s job to piss off her mother.

My mother could do absolutely anything. She was like Martha Stewart before such a thing existed.

Don’t you think she’s a bit too young to be a wife and mother?” Fucking pedophiles.

Ask Mother for advice on breaking into show business.

That night, when the creature sleeps, when he sleeps, the mother escapes into her daughters’ room. She tells her daughter that the creature’s afraid of her having too much love, too much heart. She takes...

Why would I ask you that?

And it came to me, and I knew what I had to have before my soul would rest. I wanted to belong – to belong to my mother. And in return – I wanted my...

I have an older sister who sounds, unfortunately, exactly like me, and we sound like our mother did.

Memory for most is a kind of afterlife; for my mother, it is another form of life.

I want people to remember that Pakistan is my country. It is like my mother, and I love it dearly. Even if its people hate me, I will still love it.

My natural mother died one month after I was born, apparently due to giving birth at an advanced age.

The story of Warner Brothers’ movie, ‘Mildred Pierce,’ recounts the enormous and unrewarded sacrifices that a mother (Joan Crawford) makes for her spoiled, greedy daughter (Ann Blythe).

I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not...

It definitely puts a strain on family life – I miss them like mad. Being a working mother I’ve been juggling house and career from day one. I want to hold out for telly for...

MotherHushed and sacred silencefills the dawning skyI ponder in this momentof our journey which is nigh…

The mother wasn’t a naturalized citizen. Her husband kept her passport, and he walked out on her. We got a wish list from them. We also took them food for a Christmas dinner. They were...

If you were the President of the United States or the Queen of England – you couldn’t have a person who would be more protective than my mother was for me. Which meant really that...

That night, Gregory dreamt of his mother. It was a dream that he’d have carried to his therapist like a raw, precious egg if he’d had a therapist, and the dream made him wish he...

I think that the best way to explain that is that my mother gave me all the color and character and flare and liveliness, and my father gave me all the sanity and nature and...

My parents, grandmother and brother were teachers. My mother taught Latin and French and was the school librarian. My father taught geography and a popular class called Family Living, the precursor to Sociology, which he...

Though I adore the idea of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, Sandman, the Tooth Fairy, and such luminary characters—especially their altruism and devotion—I still don’t believe in them. For I know the truth. Only one...

My mother loves to remind me that about the age of four, I made a somewhat formal announcement that I was going to be a plumber when I grew up.

I watched my mother waste her life on housework and swore I’d never do that. Dave does the cooking.

There is only one mother in this world who is the best one; the one that every kid has got.

She who has the excellence of home virtues, and can expend within the means of her husband, is a help in the domestic state

Motherhood is precious.Value it responsibly or don’t be

What’s done is done. You’ve got to move on. I don’t want to say anything bad about the mother of my children.

My mother never breast fed me, she told me she only liked me as a friend.

Who is this woman, and what has she done with my ever worryng mother?

I suffer from a genetic flaw, which is that my mother was a hopeless Pollyanna.

My mother used to take my brother and me to get any books we wanted, but they were second hand books published in the ’30s and ’40s. I liked scary books.

I prayed for my heart to soften, to forgive her, and love her for what she did give me–life, great values, a lot of tennis lessons, and the best she could do. Unfortunately, the best...

Mother beat the hell out of us. She’d have wild outbursts.

I inherited depression from my mother’s side of the family.

Not so cold, some snow fell. I went inside the log cabin and said goodbye to Mother, she was so alike grandmother, just younger.

My whole family, my father’s side, there was a great deal of depression, and my mother’s side as well.

How do you tell your mother that you feel you’re getting… old? If I’m… old, then what is she?

My mother’s incredible diaries, which she’d written from when she was 21, and even before that. She fell in love with my father when she was 12.

I expected her to be pleased and excited. Sadly, she was no such thing. When it arrived my mother burst into tears because she didn’t want that much change in her life,

But now that she was dying, I knew everything. My mother was in me already. Not just the parts of her that I knew, but the parts of her that had come before me too.

It is a fundamental truth that the responsibilities of motherhood cannot be successfully delegated. No, not to day-care centers, not to schools, not to nurseries, not to babysitters. We become enamored with men’s theories such...

People usualy use “move on” when their heart broke because of love. Most don’t understand when father, mother, sister or brother has died, you might have needed more strength to move on. It was like...

I do not believe in God because I do not believe in Mother Goose.

I love hellos that last a lifetime, and goodbyes that are invisible, inaudible, and otherwise undetectable. Tell your mom I’m waving at her.

She’s a people-mechanic and always knows when I’m malfunctioning.

I answer number one to myself, because I know myself. I answer to my fans, because they know me. My mother knows me and God knows me, and that’s where it’s at.

How do we know we’re not people in a movie?’ she asked.I looked at her not knowing how to reply.Mama, […] how do we know that things are real?’Great. Now we have a junior existentialist...