Single moms: You are a doctor, a teacher, a nurse, a maid, a cook, a referee, a heroine, a provider, a defender, a protector, a true Superwoman. Wear your cape proudly.

I think this power of living in our children is one of the sweetest things in the world…

He was looking forward eagerly to seeing her again. He had coped perfectly well on his own, of course, but it was very reassuring to have someone in your life who was always ready to...

All fatherhood is very important because single mothers shouldn’t have to raise sons or daughters; they need that help.

Mothers are like dungeons. Some really stink and you’ll do anything to avoid them. And some are lush sanctuaries filled with gold, jewels, and butterscotch schnapps-spiked Nestle Nesquik.

I’m not sure how much easier it is for a mother to balance her life now – have we simply swapped one set of restrictions for another?

My mother belonged to that group of low IQ individuals who find everything alarming and believe that raising your voice is the most effective form of communication.

As her sons have seen her: the mother in patriarchy: controlling, erotic, castrating, heart-suffering, guilt-ridden, and guilt-provoking; a marble brow, a huge breast, an avid cave; between her legs snakes, swamp-grass, or teeth; on her...

Very early on in writing the series, I remember a female journalist saying to me that Mrs Weasley, ‘Well, you know, she’s just a mother.’ And I was absolutely incensed by that comment. Now, I...

How dense and literal it is. I thought it had a much more sophisticated brain.” “Your mother is dense,” Alif said wearily. “My mother was an errant crest of sea foam. But that is neither...

The mothers just push them and push them with their nose, and they dive back under and push them back up, and they get back into the tide wash, and then a big wave will...

So he was queer, E.M. Forster. It wasn’t his middle name (that would be ‘Morgan’), but it was his orientation, his romping pleasure, his half-secret, his romantic passion. In the long-suppressed novel Maurice the title...

My mother is a walking miracle…

How do I know you’ll keep your word?” asked Coraline.”I swear it,” said the other mother. “I swear it on my own mother’s grave.””Does she have a grave?” asked Coraline.”Oh yes,” said the other mother....

Mothers care in volumes of tears and earnestness of prayers and a depth of emotion others cannot fathom.

That’s your mom, right?” Pathik smiled. “She looks nicer than she did when she was dragging you away the other night.

So many people think that they are not gifted because they don’t have an obvious talent that people can recognize because it doesn’t fall under the creative arts category—writing, dancing, music, acting, art or singing....

Because she did not look behind, September did not see the smoky-glass casket close itself primly up again. She did not see it bend in half until it cracked, and Death hop up again, quite...

But the mother’s yearning, that completest type of the life in another life which is the essence of real human love, feels the presence of the cherished child even in the debased, degraded man.

Anyone who doesn’t miss the past never had a mother.

And her laugh was enough to make you want to kick over what you were doing and follow her down the street.

I carried at least 20 people back and forth to the Jordan Hospital. Everybody was screaming and crying; mothers were confused. … I was just shocked,

I always wondered why God was supposed to be a father,” she whispers. Fathers always want you to measure up to something. Mothers are the ones who love you unconditionally, don’t you think?

Mothers, I believe, intoxicate us. We idolize them and take them for granted. We hate them and blame them and exalt them more thoroughly than anyone else in our lives. We sift through the evidence...

MOTHER’ A flower of our Life’s garden, which we don’t wanna let it withers ever.

We all have to love you, and believe inyou, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us, Momma, and really see us.

Both man and woman have their own parts to play in bringing faith to the next generation, and the woman’s role is particularly important. How can we ever think that the female sex is inferior...

All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.

No culture on earth outside of mid-century suburban America has ever deployed one woman per child without simultaneously assigning her such major productive activities as weaving, farming, gathering, temple maintenance, and tent-building. The reason is...

Mothers were much too sharp. They were like dogs. Buster always sensed when anything was out of the ordinary, and so did mothers. Mothers and dogs both had a kind of second sight that made...

Imagine that the world had created a new ‘dream product’ to feed and immunize everyone born on earth. Imagine also that it was available everywhere, required no storage or delivery, and helped mothers plan their...

A good mother loves fiercely but ultimately brings up her children to thrive without her. They must be the most important thing in her life, but if she is the most important thing in theirs,...

Who but my mother held those small pieces of my childhood? Where would they go when she was gone?

Tereza’s mother never stopped reminding her that being a mother meant sacrificing everything. Her words had the ring of truth, backed as they were by the experience of a woman who had lost everything because...

Billy covered his head with his blanket. He always covered his head when his mother came to see him in the mental ward – always got much sicker until she went away. It wasn’t that...

I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.

My first words, as I was being born […] I looked up at my mother and said, ‘that’s the last time I’m going up one of those.

For the last four years of her life, Mother was in a nursing home called Chateins in St. Louis … [S]ix months before she died I sent a Mother’s Day card. There was a horrible,...

Not that she means anything by it, he knows. This is simply her lifelong habit of moderation at work, her need to tamp everything down to the routine, the modest, the tepid everyday. He understands...

Bertie stared at his mother. She spoils things, he thought. All she ever does is spoil things. He had not started this conversation, and it was not his fault that they were now talking about...

My mother’s deathchanged the alchemy of food.Holidays run together nowlike ungrooved rivers. I forgetwhat they are for. I buy bakery goods.They look deadunder the blue lights.I don’t do anything the way she taught mebut I...

[Judith Warner:] Our neurotic quest to perfect the mechanics of mothering can be interpreted as an effort to do on an individual level what we’ve stopped trying to do on a society-wide one.

The cows are very good mothers.

Mothers are only human, you turn it over to God and then you just wing it.

Girls should be strong together. Strong like steel, merry like the tinkling of chimes dancing in the wind.

She was too honest, too natural for this frightened man; too remote from his tidy laws. She was, after all, a country girl; disordered, hysterical, loving. She was muddled and mischievous as a chimney-jackdaw, she...

Mama took me in her arms and held me tight. Her embrace was hot and she smelled like sweat, dust, and grease, but I wanted her. I wanted to crawl inside her mind to find...

There’s no bitch on earth like a mother frightened for her kids.

We take a lot for granted as second wave feminists, what our mothers and aunts did for us.

In truth, it was also by design: as much as I loved my mother, she wasn’t often the person I sought for comfort in hard times. She disapproved tacitly of crying.