What does it say?” asked my lord.”It says, `Good-night, God keep you all the night!’–just what she used to say when we were together. Every night she used to say that to me, and every...

My mother has rheumatoid arthritis. I don’t want to lose the ability to jump up and walk across the room or move around with the energy I’m used to having. That’s far more important to...

I picked up the guitar at 12 yrs old – basically, my mother and father bought it for me for Christmas. I played one at my friend’s house; when I say played it, I just...

Cooking skills aside, my mother is an exceptional nurturer.

My mom was there to answer the unanswerable, to make sense of the fault in our life – and we got through that somehow; we came out on the other side. Now I’m 0 for...

My mother is a singer, still performs today; she’s a jazz singer.

You know who you belong to Jack? – Yeah. Yourself. – He’s wrong, actually, I belong to Ma. p. 261 Room by E Donoghue

The common language shared by every one in this world is the cry which only our mothers understood

She was a great mother and a great grandmother.

Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother.

My worst memory is of my first dance lesson as a 14-year old in Prague. My mother put me in this silver and pink lame dress. My hair was all curled, and it was the...

Listen, ah don’t wanna speak ill of the dead but have ah told you that mah mother was a great whopping whale of a cunt? Well she was precisely that – a great whopping whale...

My mother is an artist, and I have a strong visual sense. I almost always choose the cover art for my books. I’ve learned that the more I collaborate, like by having someone do a...

My mother always told me not to handle a buffalo by its tail, but always catch it by its horns. And I have used that lesson in everything in my life, including the Railways.

Me acordé de lo que me había dicho mi madre: “Allá me oirás mejor. Estaré más cerca de ti. Encontrarás más cercana la voz de mis recuerdos que la de mi muerte, si es que...

For me, adoption was grief in reverse.

I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.

I got a very strong sense from my mother, in particular, that we are all equal in the sight of God.

…I have so many dreams of my own, and I remember things from my childhood, from when I was a girl and a young woman, and I haven’t forgotten a thing. So why did we...

Psychology researchers now claim that it is important for babies to learn how to stop crying by themselves. Fortunately, many parents still prefer to comfort their babies. If they didn’t, we might find ourselves living...

A mother is a child’s first looking glass into the world.

My parents were divorced when I was a young teenager, and I was raised by a single mother after that. So, I understand the difficulties that families have. I understand single parenting.

I’m a mother, I’m a journalist, I’m an American; I’m all of those things, and it really complicates your job when you have all these things come into play.

There are many things for which I owe gratitude to my dad. Most of all, I am grateful to the only man who could love my mother more than me.

The best piece of advice that my mother gave me is to never have a plan B. She told me to stick to plan A because if you have a plan B you will inevitably...

Behind every successful man is a woman but few of us realize that behind most successful women is a man too; her father.

When did my house turn into a hangout for every grossly overpaid, terminally pampered professional football player in northern Illinois?””We like it here,” Jason said. “It reminds us of home.””Plus, no women around.” Leandro Collins,...

She was perfect. I knew this the moment she emerged from my body, white and wet and wailing. Beyond the requisite ten fingers and ten toes, the beating heart, the lungs inhaling and exhaling oxygen,...

I love the classic crooners, but I got that from my mother – she worked in a record store.

I tried to get my mother to move in with me, but she wanted to stay in her own home. When my mother died, my sister came down with cancer and I had to care...

To your parents you are still that innocent baby, and sometimes even you will need your father’s hand and your mother’s lap.

My mother’s eyes were large and brown, like my son’s, but unlike Sam’s, they were always frantic, like a hummingbird who can’t quite find the flower but keeps jabbing around.

What she did have, after raising two children, was the equivalent of a PhD in mothering and my undying respect.

I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her smile.

A mother has the best of all smiles; she is a wonderful friend, lover and adviser.

Pain cannot be ignored. However, it can be endured. When necessary, a great deal of pain can be endured. Just ask my mother.

I am not a pregnant working mother wronged.

I remember my childhood as a horrible time. My mother says that nothing so horrible ever happened to me as the things that I remember.

A mother never realizes that her children are no longer children.

After my mother died, I found, a little book of hers which recorded everything I had ever done, how I had done it, and how proud she was of her son Conrad.

I had spent my childhood and the better part of my early adulthood trying to understand my mother. She had been an extraordinarily difficult person, spiteful and full of rage, with a temper that could...

By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

The singers make much of kings who valiantly die in battle, but your life is worth more than a sword. To me at least, who gave it to you.

I was a single mother when my child was little.

Who thinks to interview their own mother? As a self-fixated teen, I never imagined that she had an actual personal history. To my young eyes, she was Source of Cash Obsessed With De-Cluttering

I think maintaining relationships with my friends, my mother, my manager, they’re all important.

When a song came on the radio that I wanted to learn, my mother would quickly write down the lyrics for me. Soon after, I would be singing it.

As a child, the person I admired most in the world was Lana Turner! She seemed the epitome of glamour, and her glitzy surroundings so enviable, the opposite of my mother’s extremely banal taste.

If I do a movie where I have to have a son and it’s a chubby kid, my mother is always like, ‘You were never like that.’ She gets so upset about it.

My mother, whose family was heavily rabbinic, said she wanted me to continue the family tradition in the rabbinate. My father said he wanted me to be a scholar of the Talmud, but he wanted...