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...

CHARADE PARADEA ‘Special Day’ once a year creates an excuse for neglect on the other 365 days for mothers, fathers & veterans

Time is the mother of all secrets.

I don’t think you necessarily have to be part of a traditional nuclear family to be a good mother.

My parents had an arranged marriage, as did so many other people when I was growing up. My father came and had a life in the United States one way and my mother had a...

My mother is such a lousy cook that Thanksgiving at her house is a time of sorrow.

WHAT DOES AN OLD MAN GAIN BY EXERCISINGwhat will he gain by talking on the phonewhat will he gain by going after fame, tell mewhat does he gain by looking in the mirrorNothingeach time he...

The only god visible to my eyes is “My Mother

Sometimes,” I ventured, “it doesn’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty. . . I couldn’t stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were...

We’re not mad,” he began, meaning he was. He was always a plural when mad, as though grammatically throwing his lot in with her mother gave him the power of her authority.

My mother was an extremely creative woman, despite the fact that she lived the life of a rural housewife.

My bedroom was plastered with pictures of Van Damme. My mother was worried about me. Most teenage boys have half-naked women on their walls, and I had Jean-Claude.

After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed that would, come spring, be brightly ablaze as tropical coral with colorful arctotis,...

It’s a mother’s greatest privilege to give birth, to raise a child. But a woman’s greatest honor is to look at her son with pride and know that she’s helped him become a man.

My mother is a Bahamian. My father is a Bahamian, as am I, … And all that I am, I’ve received from them and a country that has today given me the opportunities, and to...

Oh, is that right? You know, a lioness will protect her cub by baring her teeth, by roaring, using her claws to defend her cub if she feels she has to – this mother, has...

I believe strongly in the rights of women… my mother is a woman, my sister is a woman, my daughter is a woman, my wife is a woman.

My parents were divorced when I was young. I was really brought up by my mother’s side of the family.

Compassion is like mother giving love to her children. Mother’s ways are higher than others, even when everyone rejects, mother accepts with her arms open and wide.

I have a word to say to my sisters. When I reflect upon the duties and responsibilities devolving upon our mothers and sisters, and the influence they wield, I look upon them as the mainspring...

I learned to forgive myself, and that enabled me to forgive my mother as a person.

My mother is black and my father is Filipino. I got the best of both worlds.

I’ve no need for a limited chimney when am feeling the warmth of the motherly sun.

I was six years old when my mother died. For a long time afterward, the sweet and earthy magnolia scent of her would permeate my dreams. No matter what I was dreaming about, good or...

I really turned into, you know, the real street kid. I was kind of like a runaway, but I had a mother, you know what I mean, and I had a place to stay.

Jacksonville was founded by a man named Jack. Jack’s last name wasn’t Sonville, as you’d expect. Oddly, Jack’s last name was Fatherville, but since Jack was himself a bastard, he found the name Jackfatherville to...

Necessity, the mother of invention.

Could you love an alcoholic cruel father, or a prostitute amoral mother? You could never love them, because they do not give you anything, but take your honour instead. Neither could you, if your native...

this is how you smile to someone you don’t like too much; this is how you smile to someone you don’t like at all; this is how you smile to someone you like completely; this...

Beware of monotony; it’s the mother of all the deadly sins.

I didn’t want his mother to see his blood.

Sometimes being a good mother gets in the way of being a good person.

My father’s from Australia and my mother was born in India, but she’s actually Tibetan. I was born in Katmandu, lived there until I was eight ,and then moved to Australia with my mother and...

I am Gabrielle Anwar: mother, lover, daughter, sister, friend, and creator in the pursuit of happiness.

My mother picked me up in her arms, touching my checks comforting my distress. I stared into her eyes and held her hair in my small hands, for the first time realizing what a moment...

When my mother left her second husband, she wrote her autobiography and presented it to him for his approval.

When I was a teenager, my father went bust. He could have declared himself bankrupt, but he was an honourable man and he insisted on paying back all his debts. That almost ruined the family....