She had long been a cold and calculating person, and yet she had never given in to the darkness entirely. She would remember her mother’s touch or the voice of a lost friend, and the...

I doubt you would recognize an adventure of any sort if it came right up and bit you on the a—Mother!I was going to say arm.

For we think back through our mothers if we are women.

She was not, herself, hugely in favor of motherhood in general. Obviously it was necessary, but it wasn’t exactly difficult. Even cats managed it. But women acted as if they’d been given a medal that...

My mum translated this in her head to “witchfinder,” which was good because like most West Africans, she considered witchfinding a more respectable profession than policeman.

A mother is always the beginning. She is how things begin.

In its various forms, so far as we know them, Love seems always to have a deep significance and a most practical importance to us little mortals. In one form, as the mere semi-conscious Sex-love,...

But can I say, now that she is dead, long dead that I only half believed in her. I wanted, I needed her to revolt. I know, revolutions take vast energy like volcanic eruptions. I...

When we trust the makers of baby formula more than we do our own ability to nourish our babies, we lose a chance to claim an aspect of our power as women. Thinking that baby...

If you want to be treated like a mother, act like one.

Mothers can forgive anything! Tell me all, and be sure that I will never let you go, though the whole world should turn from you.

You count the hours you could have spent with your mother, it’s a lifetime in itself.

In the end, Mothers are always right. No one else tells the truth.

Whilst writing all this, I have had in my mind a woman, whose strong and serious mind would not have failed to support me in these contentions. I lost her thirty years ago [I was...

There is nothing as sincere as a mother’s kiss.

People who lost their mother should be careful about committing crime, because probably no one else is praying to save you.

Don’t you know, you idiot, that that is what every fool of a woman says about her child?Miss Bulstrode’s thoughts.

If you bungle raising your children, I don’t think whatever else you do well matters very much.

Generations of women have sacrificed their lives to become their mothers. But we do not have that luxury any more. The world has changed too much to let us have the lives our mothers had....

I don’t see myself as a role model; people should look to mothers and sisters as role models.

Womanhood is a wonderful thing. In womankind we find the mothers of the race.There is no man so great, nor none sunk so low, but once he lay a helpless, innocent babe in a woman’s...

He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.

We gotta start teaching our daughters to be somebodies instead of somebody’s.

We dragged Linc along. His current honey is working tonight.””Still the intern?””Yeah.” Helen sat on the curvy velvet chaise, made herself at home. “I’m starting to think he’sgetting serious about her.””And?””I don’t know. She’s a...

you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.

The greatest thing a father can do for his children is to respect the woman that gave birth to his children. It is because of her that you have the greatest treasures in your life....

The more a daughter knows about the details of her mother’s life – without flinching or whining – the stronger the daughter.

The unsung heroes of the civil rights movement were always the wives and the mothers.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? (Just to give you an idea, Proust’s reply was ‘To be separated from Mama.’) I think that the lowest depth of misery ought to be...

She still remembered sitting for hours as a little girl and pretending to be a hassock. A foot stool. Because if she could just stay very small, and very quiet, her mother would forget she...

that old Mrs. Bishop was lacking in the qualities that make a good mother. And saying it that way makes her sound a good deal better than she really was.

I was always mortified.Didn’t they know they were tying thier mothers to the ground? Weren’t chains ashamed of their prisoners?

The ideal-worker standard and norm of work devotion push mothers to the margins of economic life. And a society that marginalizes its mothers impoverishes its children. That is why the paradigmatic poor family in the...

Sometimes, mothers say and do things that seem like they don’t want their kids… but when you look more closely, you realize that they’re doing those kids a favor. They’re just trying to give them...

But mostly I remember every morning before school. How she’d say “Hey, honey!” just I was walking out the apartment door. And me stopping and turning around and saying “What?” And her saying “I love...

When you’re sorting yourself out, family are not often the ones you can turn to. They represent the place of departure and not the place of arrival.

When my friends began to have babies and I came to comprehend the heroic labor it takes to keep one alive, the constant exhausting tending of a being who can do nothing and demands everything,...

She taught me what’s important, and what isn’t. And I’ve never forgotten. And that’s what mothers do, I say.

This I know for a fact: the reason African women have children is so that there’s someone else to do the housework.

She would be quiet at first. Then she would say a word about something small, something she had noticed, and then another word, and another, each one flung out like a little piece of sand,...

In the case of Michel Angelo we have an artist who with brush and chisel portrayed literally thousands of human forms; but with this peculiarity, that while scores and scores of his male figures are...

Mother! what a world of affection is comprised in that single word; how little do we in the giddy round of youthful pleasure and folly heed her wise counsels. How lightly do we look upon...

When God Created Mothers”When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said. “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.” And...

Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we’ve ever met.

Dan clung to her in speechless gratitude, feeling the blessedness of mother love, — that divine gift which comforts, purifies, and strengthens all who seek it.

But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.

I suffer from CLAUSTROPHOBIA, a fear of closed spaces.For example, I’m petrified that the WINE store will be closed before I have time to get there!!!

And I can’t die easy thinking maybe the menfolks white or black is making a spit cup out of you. Have some sympathy for me. Put me down easy, Janie, I’m a cracked plate.

Does your ma know you’re this silly?” she demanded tartly.He nodded, comically sad. “The few gray hairs she has on her head are my doing. But” — with an exaggerated change of mood — “I...

I wanted to soothe and comfort her, the way she had comforted her daughters.