Blessed is a mother that would give up part of her soul for her children’s happiness.

Sweater, n. Garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.

Am I alone in this mother-food connection or does being with your mom trigger the sudden and voracious need for large amounts of mac & cheese, rice pudding, and the scraps along the side of...

If there are not mothers, where will men come from and who will feed them?

The way I saw the world changed in an instant. My eyes were opened to a need in this country that was just beginning to be recognized. The floodgates were opened, and our battle-injured warriors...

It’s all your fault, Mother,’ said Larry austerely; ‘you shouldn’t have brought us up to be so selfish.’ ‘I like that!’ exclaimed Mother. ‘I never did anything of the sort!’ ‘Well, we didn’t get as...

She was a monster, but she was my monster.

Before becoming a mother I had a hundred theories on how to bring up children. Now I have seven children and only one theory: love them, especially when they least deserve to be loved.

But when we make choices that are different than what our friends are doing, it might seem to them that we are questioning their choices – even if it has nothing to do with them…....

At the end of the day, can you look back and say to yourself, “Today, my mother would be proud of me because I gave it all I had”? If you can, you will have...

MOTHER – By Ted KooserMid April already, and the wild plumsbloom at the roadside, a lacy whiteagainst the exuberant, jubilant greenof new grass and the dusty, fading black of burned-out ditches. No leaves, not yet,only...

He is a young man with a future of power and opportunity and we are young women destined to be either wives and mothers at the very best, or spinster parasites at the worst.

Ain’t nothing worse to a mama than losing her baby—

A good mother is irreplaceable.

What their scorned, over-fucked mothers never teach them is this: men can be hurt, too.

I had a dream about you. I walked by and you whistled like I was a piece of meat. And I was a piece of meat—I was a thin slice of ham. You were two...

No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed. I have known mothers who remake the bed after their children do it because there is wrinkle in the spread or the blanket is on...

You men never change. Is that all you can see? Proud grandfathers of a large….” Mrs. Werner smacked her husband upside the head and took the pictures away.

In our own beginnings, we are formed out of the body’s interior landscape, For a short while, our mothers’ bodies are the boundaries and personal geography which are all that we know of the world.

But I guessed she would never stop wanting more for me, more from me. Maybe that’s what mothers did.

If it weren’t for her setting me free, I may still be a caged bird today, holding my own daughter captive on a shit-laden perch.

Motherhood is when eating chicken soup; the kids get the chicken and you get the soup and you would still feel happily stuffed.

My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth in the darkest past, nothing of her subsists within the hollows and dells...

Mothers are inscrutable beings to their sons, always. (“The Higgler”)

Mother”sI Want To Tell SomeThing About Oures Mothers..When you need somethig You called Moma.when you feel pain you called Moma .when you are hanger you called Moma.When you are crying you Called Moma.When You Don,t...

A mother’s yearning feels the presence of the cherished child even in the degraded man.

Because of the gospel — the news about what Jesus did on the cross to save sinners — mothers who make Christ their treasure can rejoice in their work as God works in them.

Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother.

There’s an old joke about a mother watching a column of soldiers pass by. Her son is in the ranks. All those men out of step, she says, except our Fred.

I can imagine no heroism greater than motherhood.

Mothers took their mothering so seriously now. Their frantic little faces…Ponytails swinging. Eyes fixed on the mobile phones held in the palms of their hands like compasses.

Let us also acknowledge that the hearts which suffer the most from our wars are those of mothers. Their vital voices have been left out of the political equation for too long. An Iraqi or...

My mother hasn’t asked the questions that a normal person would ask, and I’m grateful for it. It’s like the world has become so crazy that it makes sense to her now. I turn on...

Clarity and focus doesn’t always come from God or inspirational quotes. Usually, it takes your mother to slap the reality back into you.

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.