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...

Sometimes the weekend gets hijacked by work, but as my mother would say, this is the right problem.

I wasn’t put on this earth to be housekeeper to my own child or to anyone else for that matter.

I am, for the most part, who I am because my good mother was who she was.

My father was a very unhappy person, very sarcastic, and my mother was very nervous and worried about what people thought. They weren’t monsters, but it wasn’t a good childhood.

The more times I was turned down, the more I believed I was getting closer to making it. A lot of people in Korea say that failure is the mother of success, so I believed...

My mother’s families were Mennonites or Anabaptists that came to Minnesota from Russia. They were actually moving around Europe doing diking and lowland reclamation work, and they moved into Minnesota.

As a parent, you have authority because God calls you to be an authority in your child’s life. You have the authority to act on behalf of God. As a father or mother, you do...

I saw how, when my brother smoked reefer, it made my mother cry. He was 16 at the time. And I saw that she broke down and cried. I never wanted to hurt my mother,...

Studies have shown that children are less likely to wake up to a horn than the sound of a mother’s voice.

Every woman is a gift when she becomes a daughter, Every woman is beautiful when she becomes a lover, Every woman is special when she becomes a wife, Every woman is a god when she...

I was shopping with my mother in 2006 and saw that there was a model casting going on. A couple of months later, I was one of the fifteen finalists in an international contest.

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...

You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you

Since Mom wasn’t exactly the most useful person in the world, one lesson I learned at an early age was how to get things done, and this was a source of both amazement and concern...

When I was eight years old I went to visit my brother who was working on a movie of the week with my mother and I saw how much fun he was having and I...

He lived with them for a while, and I guess it was a mother-type relationship. Whenever he wanted, he could come and stay. It was an open door for him.

I was always an unusual girl.My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as...

The best place to cry is on a mother’s arms.

To my father, who told me the stories that matter. To my mother, who taught me to remember them.

Behind all your stories is always your mother’s story. Because hers is where yours begin.

When my father was arrested, we didn’t know where they had him. My mother found him at the house of torture. It was called Villa Triste.