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.

If mothers are our first teachers, then having a narcissistic one teaches us that human closeness is terrifying, and the world is a heartless, inconsistent place.

I hope my tongue in prune juice smothers, If I belittle dogs and mothers.

My mother is a wonderful, eccentric lady who has no concept whatever of interior monologue. We’ll be driving along in the car and she’ll suddenly say, ‘Ants don’t like cucumbers, you know. And roaches don’t...

Moms are life’s number one cheerleaders without uniforms.

I’ll tend to her as no mother ever tended a child, a daughter. Nobody will ever get my milk no more except my own children. I never had to give it to nobody else–and the...

Even her pink bunny slippers seem to prick up their ears.Diary of a Penguin-napper (p. 15)

Where there is a mother in the home, matters go well.

The daughter prays; the mother listens.

Being a good mother is being a hero. Right?

She never called her son by any name but John; ‘love’ and ‘dear’, and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny.

Mothers were the only ones you could depend on to tell the whole, unvarnished truth.

Leah: I want those gubs Mommy.Kate: They’re not ‘gubs’ they’re ‘gloves’Aaden and Leah try and say glovesLeah: Gloves!Kate: Good job!Aaden: Gubs!Kate: No

My mother… she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

Sometimes am so worried,i complain to God that He’s not been listening to my prayers,and then my son comes and says,”hey dad,why are you not mom?”ilook at him and say,God.you’ve already answered my prayers with...

but if you don’t get out of my way right this instant, it won’t matter.”Adam was the Alpha werewolf in charge of the local pack. He was tough. He could be mean when he had...

I make myself keep on loving you, despite what you do. I’ve got to love you. We all have to love you, and believe inyou, and think you are looking out for our best interests....

There are enough scary rock & roll mothers in the world.