I torture my mother with all my problems, that poor woman.

I was very close to my mother as the youngest of three. She was my playmate.

I was named Margaret Yvonne. ‘Margaret’ because my mother was very fond of one of the derivatives of the name. She was fascinated at the time by the movie star Baby Peggy, and I suppose...

Bea did not want a new mother. She’d hardly even seen the one she once had, except for glimpses out the window when her mother was climbing into a carriage to go off to a...

My mother taught public school, went to Harvard and then got her master’s there and taught fifth and sixth grade in a public school. My dad had a more working-class lifestyle. He didn’t go to...

Every man must define his identity against his mother. If he does not, he just falls back into her and is swallowed up.

My father was a lorry driver, very rarely at home. The house was run by my mother, and because there were 10 or so kids, there was no time for individual attention. It was about...

My mother said I was a clingy kid until I was about four. I also remember that from the age of eight she and I fought almost every day.

The best love in the world, is the love of a man. The love of a man who came from your womb, the love of your son! I don’t have a daughter, but maybe the...

If you ever become a mother, can I have one of the puppies?

He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, “I love you, Mother.” He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of...

My mother was a jazz fanatic and she wanted me to play the piano so I could play jazz tunes. I wish I had learned but I was too busy getting into trouble!

I was very inspired by my mother. She was a vocal teacher and sang in a band, and my first memories of her were going out with her on the local circuit.

For when a child is born the mother also is born again.

Who or what do we truly need? In my opinion, anybody or anything that takes our spiritual life into harmotic state. I name it as love. For me love is harmonization of spiritual life; there...

…be sure to wash every day, even if it is with your own spit; don’t squat down to play marbles—you are not a boy, you know; don’t pick people’s flowers—you might catch something; don’t throw...

I sympathize with a mother who has three mouths to feed—especially if two of those mouths are on her face. With a woman like that I’d listen twice as hard for doublespeak. I’m pretty accustomed...

My mother told me I was blessed, and I have always taken her word for it. Being born of — or reincarnated from — royalty is nothing Like being blessed. Royalty is inherited from another...

Nine is nine years too young to be a mother.

I don’t agree with the whole ‘my mother’s my friend’ approach, because you’re their mum and there has to be a difference between the generations.

My grandmother was a Muslim. My mother is Christian. And I don’t know what I am, but I believe in God.

One of my mother’s friends said to me, ‘Your ex-boyfriends didn’t stand a chance with you and your mother.’ And I think I probably was unfair to them because she was the first person and...

Kids never want a perfect mother; they need a little love, even if that comes from a worst mother.

I laugh with them because it is one of the worst things to be in a room full of people and not laughting when everybody else is.

The only thing I have to go by is what my mother and father told me, how I was brought up.

My mother is my life’s breath.

My very first recollection of life on earth was waking up in bed with my mother, and she was showing me a picture of my father, Charles Jackson, with a group of soldiers.

Just being a mother is making me a big, weepy mess.

Time is the mother of everything.

My mother is a beauty.

There were times Ruma felt closer to her mother in death than she had in life, an intimacy born simply of thinking of her so often, of missing her. But she knew that this was...

I’ve had a very supportive mother my entire life, so I’ve had strong women around me.

Necessity may be the mother of invention, but play is certainly the father.

The mother of all droughts in southwest Missouri occurred from 1952 to 1956 when precipitation in Joplin fell more than 81 inches below normal in a five-year period. Fortunately, we’re no where near that right...

Let us dedicate this new era to mothers around the world, and also to the mother of all mothers — Mother Earth. It is up to us to keep building bridges to bring the world...

My father, my mother, and then my father was always on top of me – ‘Keep your nose clean. Do you love what you’re doing?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Then be aware, or you’re going to lose it.’

Not setting the ‘proper and accepted’ religious example for them conjured up images of the bad mother, the worst mother. Yet wouldn’t the example of a mother being true to her journey, taking a stand...

Getting caught is the mother of invention.

I miss my mother very, very much.

Here we are just into 2006 and already there is another mother planning to bury her son. It’s sad. It’s the first homicide of the year and we have a long year ahead of us.

He had to do what he had to do. If I did something wrong at home, my mother had to punish me and I’m not going to argue with her. It’s one of those disciplinary...

But the heavy stroke which most of all distresses me is my dear Mother. I cannot overcome my too selfish sorrow, all her tenderness towards me, her care and anxiety for my welfare at all...

My mother belonged to that group of low IQ individuals who find everything alarming and believe that raising your voice is the most effective form of communication.

My mother was a not-too-devoted atheist. She went to Episcopal church on Christmas Eve every year, and that was mostly it.

Although we are better known as the Nobles of Heaven. We have the ability to heal others, as well as control ones emotions. As you have noticed, your father and I are most powerful in...

You see mother, you had no life of your own. They have no idea. One has only a life of one’s own.

A praying mother symbolizes grace, strength and wisdom; she is an icon of productivity and ingenuity.

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.