Mom lied. The crust is the shittiest part.

All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.

My mother’s menu consisted of two choices: Take it or leave it.

My mother had a kindness that embraced all life.She knew her place well and was comfortable in giving everything she had.This is the tradition of native women.

Because it is the lot of mothers to remember what no one else cares to, Mrs. Dutta thinks. To tell them over and over until they are lodged, perforce, in family lore. We are the...

The past is a presence between us. In all my mother does and says, the past continually discloses itself in the smallest ways. She sees it directly; I see its shadow. Still, it pulses in...

It feels good to have parents, but it feels even better to not have an evil one.

Well, Betsy,” he said, “your mother tells me that you are going to use Uncle Keith’s trunk for a desk. That’s fine. You need a desk. I’ve often noticed how much you like to write....

Sanctions are hurting not Saddam Hussein, it’s hurting a lot of poor people, old people, pregnant mothers. You are not doing anything good by punishing them for something they are not responsible for.

The woman looked out at the madness of the world and dared to hope. Her eyes were burning coals of stars.

Men never think, at least seldom think, what a hard task it is for us women to go through this very often. God’s will be done, and if He decrees that we are to have...

Is Lisa going to the prom?’I shelved my worries for the moment. ‘I don’t know, Mom. We don’t talk about the You-Know-What. We made a pact.’You could go together, if you didn’t want to mess...

Mama stared at me not with sadness, but with pleading. She was thinner than I’d ever allowed myself to notice, looking more like a child than a woman. I wanted to believe she knew what...

No one worries about you like your mother, and when she is gone, the world seems unsafe, things that happen unwieldy. You cannot turn to her anymore, and it changes your life forever. There is...

I have a theory about how she might have managed to pull off such a feat. It comes in the form of an equation: Love + Fear = Herculean Strength. It’s how mothers come to...

I am thinking about the way that life can be so slippery; the way that a twelve-year-old girl looking into the mirror to count freckles reaches out toward herself and that reflection has turned into...

Gilbert put his arm about them. ‘Oh, you mothers!’ he said. ‘You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.

Children are the greatest blessing from God.

I think all mothers are alike, regardless of cultural background, when it comes to illogical cleaning.

It went automatically to a heavy-weight mother with beetling eyebrows who looked as if she had just come from doing a spot of knitting at the foot of the guillotine.

Mothers were meant to love us unconditionally, to understand our moments of stupidity, to reprimand us for lame excuses while yet acknowledging our point of view, to weep over our pain and failures as well...

The best thing she was, was her children.

Sometimes, the people that love you the most turn out to be the people you will trust the least.

If you want to be with somebody who gets you, you prefer collusion to desire, safety to excitement (sometimes good things to prefer but not always the things most wanted). The wish to be understood...

Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own.

Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.

In retrospect, perhaps the biggest reason my mother was cared for but not helped for twenty years was the simplest: Her functioning was not that necessary to the world.

There are various methods by which you may achieve ignominy and shame. By murdering a large and respected family in cold blood and afterward depositing their bodies in the water companies’ reservoir, you will gain...

I know it’s hard when other children are called home but we can find purpose and good in all things when we can see things from the Lord’s perspective. There is goodness to be found...

I wrote Dreams of My Mothers because it reveals deep insight into a topic – cross boarder, cross racial adoption – that rarely gets much attention from any quarter, because it represents such a niche...

All chefs are like Jewish mothers. They want to feed you and feed you and impress you. It’s an eagerness to please.

I’m sorry you don’t like coming back here,” her mother often said, to cap whatever petty dust-up they’d had. How could Emily explain: it wasn’t her mother or Kersey she’d disowned, but her earlier self,...

Very few writers thank their mothers for keen editorial insight; I’m happy to be the exception.

When the mothers start to shatter, then everything just comes undone.

The only thing mothers have in common with each other is the fact that they slept with a man while they were ovulating without the appropriate protection

I know a womanwho keeps buying puzzleschinesepuzzlesblockswirespieces that finally fitinto some order.she works it outmathmaticallyshe solves all herpuzzleslives down by the seaputs sugar out for the antsand believesultimatelyin a better world.her hair is whiteshe seldom...

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.

A mother’s love is everything, Jared. It is what brings a child into this world. It is what molds their entire being. When a mother sees her child in danger, she is literally capable of...

You were tossed away like a pair of beautiful, brand new shoes that did not quite fit.

Doomed to Hell. Every last one of you.

…she rejoiced as only mothers can in the good fortunes of their children.

Be a Mother who is committed to loving her children into standing on higher ground than the enviroment surrounding them. Mothers are endowed with a love that is unlike any other love on the face...

Anyone who met him today would say, *Soldier. Fighter.* They would want him on their team. As a mother she was willing to engage in pride over fear and to admit the possibility that his...

You come from your mauma, you sleep in the bed with her till you’re near twenty years grown, and you still don’t know what haunches in the dark corners of her.

She also understood there was a hole in her heart where her son should be, that she was a wicked, selfish woman for wishing him back.

One thing is certain: When the time has come, nothing which is man made will subsist. One day, all human accomplishments will be reduced to a pile of ashes. But every single child to whom...

Nedense evdeki tüm ilaçları yutup kendimi öldüreceğim gibi tuhaf bir düşünceye kapılmıştı. Oysa kim böyle bir salaklık yapar ki? Kendini camdan aşağı atmak varken. Anneler böyledir zaten. Olur olmadık konularda evhamlanırlar. Evrimsel nedenlerle. Girmeyeceğim ayrıntıya

Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. There’s no bond so strong in the entire world. No love so instantaneous and forgiving.

60% of children are born to unwed mothers. I should start pulling out.

Thanks to my mother, not a single cardboard box has found its way back into society. We receive gifts in boxes from stores that went out of business twenty years ago.