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.

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 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....

When I found out my mother wanted me to marry a rich man, I instantly didn’t want any rich man.

She looked at the boy. He knew her weakness for storytelling. And it was, after all, only a story. Still, she wished he had chosen a happier one.

Why am I not feminist? Maybe because I come from a country where my mother ruled my life. I never felt in any way that I couldn’t achieve what I want.

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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.