c2p-cmd/Good-Quotes-Authors huggingface dataset:
Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn't love me - I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
— Aimee Bender, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake
We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out.
— Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
Think of your mother and smile for all of the good precious moments.
— Ana Monnar
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— V.E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light
You know who you belong to, Jack?”“Yeah.”“Yourself.”He’s wrong, actually, I belong to Ma.
— Emma Donoghue, Room
You see mother, you had no life of your own. They have no idea. One has only a life of one's own.
— Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible
Listen, ah don't wanna speak ill of the dead but have ah told you that mah mother was a great whopping whale of a cunt? Well she was precisely that - a great whopping whale of a hog's cunt with a dirty maggot for a brain.
— Nick Cave, And the Ass Saw the Angel
Psychology researchers now claim that it is important for babies to learn how to stop crying by themselves. Fortunately, many parents still prefer to comfort their babies. If they didn't, we might find ourselves living in a society of very solitary people, who had learned to control thier distress rather than to find strength through sharing it.
— Naomi Stadlen, What Mothers Do: especially when it looks like nothing
Never argue with a mother who's scolding her child.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
Being a mother is not a matter of running through a succession of chores.
— Naomi Stadlen, What Mothers Do: especially when it looks like nothing
A mother is always a mother, since a mother is a biological fact, whilst a father is a movable feast.
— Angela Carter, Wise Children
But a mother-son relationship is not a coequal one, is it? He is lonely with only you just as you are lonely with only him.
— Mary Balogh, Simply Love
Not crazy in a 'let's paint the kitchen bright red!' sort of way. But crazy in a 'gas oven, toothpaste sandwich, I am God' sort of way. Gone were the days when she would stand on the deck lighting lemon-scented candles without then having to eat the wax.p28
— Augusten Burroughs, Running with Scissors
You loved me before seeing me
— You love me in all my mistakes
I had spent my childhood and the better part of my early adulthood trying to understand my mother. She had been an extraordinarily difficult person, spiteful and full of rage, with a temper that could flare, seemingly out of nowhere, scorching everything and everyone who got in its way. [pp. 40-41]
— Dani Shapiro, Devotion: A Memoir
Mother's ways are higher than others, even when everyone rejects, mother accepts with her arms open and wide.
— Amit Ray
Rather than feeling vindicated, I felt guilty. It seemed cruel, and all my fault, somehow. My relationship with my mother had always brought into question any sense I had of myself as a good and decent person. [p. 128]
— Dani Shapiro, Devotion: A Memoir
He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns.
— Elizabeth Peters, He Shall Thunder in the Sky
Gone was the reflexive need to see the worst in things. Before the tumors took her life, they gave her a few moments of grace.
— Dani Shapiro, Devotion: A Memoir
I've spent my whole life trying to get over having had Nikki for a mother, and I have to say that from day one after she died, I liked having a dead mother much more than having an impossible one. [p. 47]
— Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith
The school is a mother
— Edmondo de Amicis, Coração
I know you think I should be home taking care of my family. That maybe I’d be distracted or I wouldn’t be as committed as the rest of you, but who’s more committed: the person with something to lose, or the people who’ve got nothing left?
— Bill Blais, No Good Deed
But it's not healthy!” replied the Hag. “A mortal and a god sharing the same flesh?”“You know, this isn't why we're here. I can get abuse pretty much wherever.”“Yeah,” sighed the Maid, “but I bet a tenner I can make you cry in half a minute.
— Kate Griffin, The Midnight Mayor
I wasn't put on this earth to be housekeeper to my own child or to anyone else for that matter.
— Lynn Freed
Authority is just and faithful in all matters of promise-keeping; it is also considerate, and that is why a good mother is the best home-ruler.
— Charlotte M. Mason
I have no end of failings as a mother, but I have always followed the rules.
— Lionel Shriver, We Need to Talk About Kevin
I had no illusions that now, in some final and dramatic flash of revelation, we would understand one another. We were done. It was a fact of my life--intractable and sad--that our relationship had been a failure. Still, with her prognosis came one last chance to be her daughter. [p. 163]
— Dani Shapiro, Devotion: A Memoir
I want to mother the world, I thought. I have so much love.Then—I have no business being a mother. I am a selfish woman.Then—I can do this. Millions of women have been mothers.Then—I feel very alone. I do not know what I'm capable of.
— Megan Mayhew Bergman, Birds of a Lesser Paradise: Stories
A person who has 'tidied up' has both the words and a tidy area to show for it. It is much harder to find a word that describes the giving-up-things mode of attention a mother is giving to her baby.
— Naomi Stadlen, What Mothers Do: especially when it looks like nothing
I prayed for my heart to soften, to forgive her, and love her for what she did give me--life, great values, a lot of tennis lessons, and the best she could do. Unfortunately, the best she could do was terrible, thee the Minister of Silly Walks trying to raise an extremely sensitive young girl, and my heart remained hardened toward her. [p. 46]
— Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith
Sydney's the kind of port that leaves a mark on a sailor," the old man mused. "Really?" Haakon said, wondering what the man meant. "It did on me," he said, opening up his shirt to display his chest. It was covered with tattoos! At the top, SYDNEY was printed in elaborate red and blue letters. Beneath that was an enticing selection of names and dates. "Mary, 1838...Adella, 1840..." The old sailor began laughing. "Beatrice, 1843...Helen, 1846." And then finally, "Mother." There was no date after "Mother." "Mothers you love forever," he said. Everybody laughed then, including Haakon, though the thought brought some sadness to his heart. He did love his mother forever, and he missed her as well.
— Bonnie Bryant Hiller, Walt Disney Pictures Presents Shipwrecked
Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what few precious gifts they would ever get. She cried for Bailey, for Tibby, for the resolute clump of cells making headway in her uterus, and for Marly, her poor, sad mother, who'd missed everything.
— Ann Brashares, Sisterhood Everlasting
Laborsaving devices do not necessarily save time, but they increase our expectactations of what mothers should accomplish
— Kathleen A. Kendall-Tackett, Hidden Feelings of Motherhood
Tell me what you'll do if you're captured by the coyotes... Well, that might work, but does your mother live near here?
— Charles M. Schulz
I WAS NEVER THE SAME AGAIN EVER SINCE SHE PASSED AWAY , MY MOM
— Atul Srivastava, Optically Amplified WDM Networks
We stayed all day long. We closed our eyes and paryed, which we had not doen together in a long time. The nurse came in and out of the room. Everything felt awful and I wondered why the whole world didn't seem to notice how bad things really were. I thought of how I'd gotten used to awful, how after my dad died the planets kept on spinning and I got up and ate breakfast every morning and kept going to school. Something happens and it's terrible and you think you can't live another day, but then your mother gets used to it and you get used to it and you both keep on living, and you're not sure if that getting-used-to-things is good or the way life should be.
— Margaret McMullan, Sources of Light
well, I haven't heard from you since you went to pick up the treadmill so I am assuming some big, burly, longshoreman has absconded with you and I'll never see you again. And you didn't even get to run on your treadmill!
— Debbie Grant
... mommahelp meturn the face of historyto your face.- Getting Down To Get Over - Dedicated To My Mother
— June Jordan, Directed by Desire: The Collected Poems
She used to call me on the phone and scream, “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, I AM GOING TO CHOP YOU INTO PIECES SO SMALL, YOU WILL BE A POWDER AND NO ONE WILL FIND YOU.
— Scaachi Koul, One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter
Because my mother couldn't change my present, I decided to change my daughter's future
— Manal Al-Sharif
Even his mother, his own mother, had once accused him of being a snob.
— Marcel Proust, Jean Santeuil
There is always the fantasy of maternal love, but it does not accommodate a mother's fear of her children.
— Stephanie Bishop, The Other Side of the World
Driving like a man is one of her few foibles.
— Elizabeth Wein, The Pearl Thief
Inspector Milne's suspicious prying appeared to have awakened her inner Bolshevik, and so I discovered my own lady mother is not above quietly circumventing the law.
— Elizabeth Wein, The Pearl Thief
Against the rules. She's on it, like a hound on a fox.'Her name is Annie.
— Ali Land, Good Me, Bad Me
And though it's a bleak thing to admit all these years later, still I've never met anyone who made me feel loved the way she did. Everything came alive in her company; she cast a charmed theatrical light about her so that to see anything through her eyes was to see it in brighter colors than ordinary.
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
...What was wrong between Diana and me was that she was too much a mother to me, and as I had had one mother, and lost her, I was not in a hurry to acquire another--not even a young and beautiful one with whom I could play Oedipus to both our hearts' content. If I could manage it, I had no intention of being anybody's own dear laddie, ever again.
— Robertson Davies, Fifth Business
Once, she fell off of a ladder when I was three. She says all she was worried about was my face as I watched her fall.
— Sarah Kay, No Matter the Wreckage
my mother is a good mathematicianshe was able to divide 3 eggsinto 8 mouths equally every day
— Ymatruz, The Coffee Cries Foul
We can think a healed thought and speak a healed word, speak of and to the two who are One, our MotherGoddessFatherGod. The hopeful but misty thought that "I've a Mother there" will give way to the experience that "I've a Mother here." We will know Him, Her, Them, Us, the Divine Family unbroken, bringing part to whole and whole to part, singing the indispensable She who had been forgotten but it now found, singing the wholeness, singing the holiness.
— Carol Lynn Pearson, The Ghost of Eternal Polygamy: Haunting the Hearts and Heaven of Mormon Women and Men
a storm that walked on legs of lightning,dragging its shaggy belly over the fields.
— Ted Kooser
While reading the Times of India each morning, my father spares a minute for the cartoon by R. K. Laxman. While my mother is, like a magician, making untidy sheets disappear in the bedroom and producing fresh towels in the bathroom, or braving bad weather in the kitchen, my father, in the extraordinary Chinese calm of the drawing-room, is dmiring the cartoon by R. K. Laxman, and, if my mother happens to be there, unselfishly sharing it with her. She, as expected, misunderstands it completely, laughing not at the joke but at the expressions on the faces of the caricatures, and at the hilarious fact that they talk to each other like human beings.
— Amit Chaudhuri, Afternoon Raag
At the base of her ankle is a deep, ugly scar she got when a car ran over her foot when she was six years old. That was in a small town in Bangladesh. Thus, even today, she hesitates superstitiously before crossing the road, and is painfully shy of walking distances. Her fears make her laughable. The scar is printed on her skin like a radiant star.
— Amit Chaudhuri, Afternoon Raag
Years ago, my mother and I fell in love with Busybee’s voice, its calm, even tone, and a smile which was always audible in the language. My father, meanwhile, is clipping his nails fastidiously, letting them fall on to an old, spread-out copy of the Times of India, till he sneezes explosively, as he customarily does, sending the crescent-shaped nail-clippings flying into the universe.
— Amit Chaudhuri, Afternoon Raag
The thing Lady didn't get, or the thing she'd forgotten, was that being a child was painful too. She was so wrapped up in losing Seth, the treacheries of him growing up, that she couldn't remember what it felt like to be on the other side. The burden of that. Sure, Seth had left her womb and never returned, but he was the one who had to do the leaving.
— Edan Lepucki, Woman No. 17
The sperm donor that impregnated my mother (with me), passed away. Please, stop sending me private messages of condolences. I never met the man.
— Efrat Cybulkiewicz
My mother, Delle Hunter, was a physically small woman, yet she was the biggest person I’ve ever known. She had total focus, an attribute that deeply impressed me. She taught me by example that how we live impacts how we die. She lived a life of courage, beauty, and integrity; she died in the same manner.
— Laurie Buchanan, PhD
This is the first real food I've had since the patisserie trolley at the Bordeaux airport," Shannon said. She took a bite, and an expression of rapture came over her face. "They'll probably close the borders of France to me for saying this, but I've never had a better quiche lorraine."Tess's mother possessed a combination of Irish charm and whimsy and American directness. According to Tess, these traits had served her well in her profession and maybe in her social life. As a mother, perhaps not so much, judging by what Tess had said. With her auburn hair and English tea rose complexion, Shannon didn't really look like anyone's mother.
— Susan Wiggs, The Apple Orchard
My dear, treacherous mother,” he breathed. “What have you done?
— Grace Draven, Eidolon
The word mother must be replaced with the word extraordinary because they precisely are!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
There are various names for god- Allah, Almighty, Jesus and hundreds of other names but the one I like the most is 'mother'.
— shamsir alam
Father Wolf looked on amazed. He had almost forgotten the days when he won Mother Wolf in fair fight from five other wolves, when she ran in the Pack and was not called The Demon for compliment’s sake. Shere Khan might have faced Father Wolf, but he could not stand up against Mother Wolf, for he knew that where he was she had all the advantage of the ground, and would fight to the death. So he backed out of the cave mouth growling...
— Rudyard Kipling, The Jungle Book
Our mother died when I was two, so I never felt her absence. She was a Graham from Montgomery; Atticus met her when he was first elected to the state legislature. He was middle-aged then, she was fifteen years his junior. Jem was the product of their first year of marriage; four years later I was born, and two years later our mother died from a sudden heart attack. They said it ran in her family. I did not miss her, but I think Jem did. He remembered her clearly, and sometimes in the middle of a game he would sigh at length, then go off and play by himself behind the car-house. When he was like that, I knew better than to bother him.
— Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
The Valley WeepsWeep softly o mother,the walls have ears you know...The streets are awash o mother!I cannot go searching for him any more.The streets are awash o motherwith blood and tears, pellets and screams.that silently remain locked in the air,while they lock us souless inside.The guns are out o mother,while our boys go armed with stones,I cannot go looking for him o mother,I have no courage to face what i will find.They fill the air o mother,The fragrance of plastic flowersI will place them beside your graveif i ever do survive,flowers that have no soul.and would never fade with time,The sun shines glorious o motherThe water sparkles so fineThe buds are closed in terrorand birds have gone silent with fearThere is poison in our heaven o motherI dread for what more is in store.They came for him o mother,yesterday as you slept inside,He went marching o motherwith all the others beside.I never told you o mother,I do not know if he would ever return.The streets are awash o mother!I cannot go searching for him any more.Weep softly o mother,the walls have ears you know...If your old blind eyes can see,You will want to see again no more.Our men have lost their spiritOur women have lost their smile,Our children have lost their laughter,The valley has lost its shine,Weep softly O motherFor, we still have our pride.17/07/2016
— Srividya Srinivasan
Grandmam came back from that distance in time that separates grandmothers from their grandchildren and made herself a mother to me.
— Wendell Berry, Hannah Coulter
If necessity is the mother of invention, then dissatisfaction must be its father.
— Jeffrey Fry
When people who remember her better than me talk of her, she is always described as headstrong and irresponsible, which, if you think about it, are just different words for untameable. The wind is untameable, and so are rivers, and there is something poetic in that.
— Claire Wong, The Runaway
We aim to bemen who’ll makeour mothers proud,but we end upmaking them cry,and are onlyslightly betterthan our fathers,at best
— Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet
I said to God you are lucky, you can create exalted mother,God replied you are luckier than me because you have mother
— Mohammed Amjed Khan Abro
Love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves it's own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Just because we're going to be in different worlds doesn't mean we've left each other - Julie Jaynes
— Deepika Kumaaraguru, Ethereal: The Dawn of the Blue
From across her husband's open grave I had thought she exuded a certain foxy mystique, but now, to my disappointment, she looked just like every other mother I knew.
— Alex George, Setting Free the Kites
My mother, writing from France, admonished me to take care of my health as she had during the war. My head could be all set for the guillotine, and still my mother would scold me for forgetting my muffler. She never missed an opportunity to try and convince me that the world is a kindly place and that she'd done a good job in conceiving me. This alleged Providence was the great subterfuge of maternal thoughtlessness.
— Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
A mother's lap is the strongest hub and school of each religion. In other words, the mother breezes and waves the religion since the mother is a religion.
— Ehsan Sehgal
I can never get used to not having you around Nanay. I travel the world but I can't find anybody like you!
— H.H. Princess Raden Dato'Seri Maria Amor Torres, DK, DD
My mother is the one true hero of my life
— H.H. Princess Raden Dato'Seri Maria Amor Torres, DK, DD
A mother's lap is the strongest hub and school of each religion. In other words, the mother breezes and waves the religion since she is the religion.
— Ehsan Sehgal
Her voice was perfect, custom-made for my ears. I wanted to hit the record button in my brain and save this all for later. Half of me was listening to her words, but the other half was mesmerized by the melody.
— Kathy Hatfield, Secret Storms: A Mother and Daughter, Lost then Found
when a women beget a child , she does not remain a women any further rather became holy by nature and worth worshiping...
— Vivek Verma
Old is the tree and the fruit good,Very old and thick the wood.Woodman, is your courage stout?Beware! the root is wrapped aboutYour mother's heart, your father's bones;And like the mandrake comes with groans.
— Robert Louis Stevenson
Whatever be the calling name the emotion and love hidden in it is same
— AuraOfThoughs
Maybe she'd never really known her mother at all. And if you couldn't know the person whose body was your first home, then who could you ever know?
— Brit Bennett
My mother was like sand. The kind that warms you on a beach when you come shivering out of the cold water. The kind that clings to your body, leaving its impression on your skin to remind you where you’ve been and where you’ve come from. The kind you keep finding in your shoes and your pockets long after you’ve left the beach. She was also like the sand that archaeologists dig through. Layers and layers of sand that have kept dinosaur bones together for millions of years. And as hot and dusty and plain as that sand might be, those archaeologists are grateful for it, because without it to keep the bones in place, everything would scatter. Everything would fall apart.
— Clare Vanderpool, Navigating Early
A dog's love is only second to that of a mother's.
— Radhika Mundra
And yet... you wouldn't want it to stop hurting... you wouldn't want to forget your little mother even if you could.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
I forget your name," I said."Most people spew shit from their arse," he retorted, "you manage it with your mouth.""Your mother gave birth through her arse," I said, "and you still reek of her shit.
— Bernard Cornwell, The Flame Bearer
In my experience nursing is waiting. The mother becomes the background against which the baby lives, becomes time. I used to exist against the continuity of time. Then I became the baby's continuity, a background of ongoing time for him to live against. I was the warmth and milk that was always there for him, the agent of comfort that was always there for him. My body, my life, became the landscape of my son's life. I am no longer merely a thing living in the world; I am a world.
— Sarah Manguso, The Two Kinds of Decay
There's no substitute for a mother's warmth on a wintry night!!!
— Mukesh Kwatra
But music didn't make my mother nervous. She was more concerned about the agenda of women who thought it was a good idea to wear pastel, shoulder-padded suits while they all marched single file toward a better tomorrow.
— Wayne Gladstone, Agents of the Internet Apocalypse: A Novel
She is not the child that mirrors me, and yet when you put us side by side, there are definite similarities. It's not in the shape of the mouth but the set of it, the sheer determination that silvers our eyes.
— Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
Mother’s tenderness toward my younger sisters caused more tears to pool in my eyes. I felt too old to be hugged and caressed by her, yet my body yearned for her touch; at least this once. I couldn't recall the last time she had shared the same warmth with me. The countless months of hardship had created an ocean of distance between us. It would be too awkward to hug her now. I sat across from her with tear-stained cheeks, wondering if she could feel my sadness and if she knew I loved her unconditionally.
— Jennifer H. Lau, Beautiful Hero: How We Survived the Khmer Rouge
However motherhood comes to you, it's a miracle.
— Valerie Harper
Even in death, my mother smiled—and she had every reason to do so, for I had become precisely what she hoped I would—her mirror image.
— Peggy Toney Horton, Somewhere in Heaven My Mother Is Smiling
Please remember that you can talk to me about anything. I know it’s hard to talk to your old mom about things, but I’ll always help you in whatever way I can. I’m serious. You have to remember that I used to hold you right here in my arms.
— Matt Abrams, She's Toxic
Dear MommyI’m doing really good,I get all A’s in schoolAnd I don’t cry at bedtime anymore,Though my new mom said I could.I remember how much you hate tears,You slapped them out of meTo make me strong,I think it worked.I learned to use a microscopeAnd my hair grew two inches.It’s pretty, just like yours.I’m not allowed to clean the house,Only my own room,Isn’t that a funny rule?You say kids are so much troubleGetting born, they better pay it back.I’m not supposed to take careOf the other kids, only me, I sort of like it.I still get the hole in my stomachWhen I do something wrong,I have a saying on my mirror“Kids make mistakes, It’s OK,”I read it every day,Sometimes I even believe it.I wonder if you ever think of meOr if you’re glad the troublemaker’s gone,I never want to see you again.I love you, Mommy.
— Karyl McBride, Will I Ever Be Good Enough? Healing the Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers
Since the day I decided to become sober and a mother, I've been trying to become who I am supposed to be.
— Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior
That’s what being a mother is, isn’t it? Waiting for a rounded belly to tighten in readiness; listening for the sound of hunger in the moonlit hours; hearing an eager voice call even in the camouflage of traffic, loud music, and whirring machines. It’s looking at every door, every phone, and every approaching silhouette and feeling that slight lift, that tickle of opportunity to be again—mother.
— Nadia Hashimi, When the Moon is Low
M. I’ve never really thought of M objectively before, as another person. She’s always been my mother I’ve hated or been ashamed of. Yet of all the lame ducks I’ve met or heard of, she’s the lamest. I’ve never given her enough sympathy. I haven’t given her this last year (since I left home) one half of the consideration I’ve given the beastly creature upstairs just this last week. I feel that I could overwhelm her with love now. Because I haven’t felt so sorry for her for years. I’ve always excused myself—I’ve said, I’m kind and tolerant with everyone else, she’s the one person I can’t be like that with, and there has to be an exception to the general rule. So it doesn’t matter. But of course that’s wrong. She’s the last person that should be an exception to the general rule.Minny and I have so often despised D for putting up with her. We ought to go down onour knees to him.
— John Fowles, The Collector
Mother! Believe me, this word is more sacred than the name of Lord Ram.
— Tanmaya Guru
Nature intended in her design a hearty life of toil, open fires and plump old age attended by a brood of sun-touched brats.
— Nick Harkaway, Angelmaker
Oh, Oh my fucking mother she screw ups everything!
— Deyth Banger
The longest tenured First LOVE and Greatest TEACHER, in-fact life long, is none the other, but Mother.
— Vikrmn, 10 Golden Steps of Life
The image is horrible, I somehow couldn't get out, probably weakness of my character if you ask me... or who knows??But after all the story could go like father rapes his son or daughter which are babys which will mean age somewhere 1,2... but after all there isn't a lot of to be saw this can be heard on the news and it will be difficult to build great drama... but so far I could try this to do!
— Deyth Banger, It's not a happy
Mother in my first short story is dead, nobody knows how but she is dead and the father somehow madness or who knows from what he decides to start and play with the dead body. It's really a difficult moment.
— Deyth Banger, It's not a happy
Pieces of your heart broke every day when you were a mother.
— Dianna Hardy, Summer's End
The mother at thirty with face commencing to display the faint seams of the plan for the second face life had in store for her and which she feared would be her own mother’s
— David Foster Wallace, The Pale King
Where does repressed pain and rage go in a body? Does the wound of daughter turn to something else if left unattended? Does it bloom in the belly like an anti-child, like an organic mass made of emotions that didn’t have anywhere to go? How do we name the pain of rage in a woman? Mother?
— Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water
Sometimes through a smile it can be a lot of pain, but no matter what, mothers love will keep you strong.
— Auliq-Ice
You are never old enough to lose your mother.
— Linda Kinnamon RN
My favourite thing is when my mother goes in the other to go and to talk to the phone, I use that moment for wisdom.
— Deyth Banger
Every child knows its mother, Dany thought. When the seas go dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves.
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
He felt entombed and stifled and desperately craved oxygen. He vainly raised the question: Why have you forsaken me?'Call my mother,' he yelled. He had meant to say: I'm dying. Please call a priest.The shadowy Presence, who had been in a panic, rushed over to him and, disregarding the fact that it was live, pushed the cable aside.'You're alive,' the Presence said in breathless tones. 'Mamma's here to help.'The elevator continued to descend, creating a vacuum. Barnes gasped for breath.'Breathe in, breathe out,' the Presence urged. She tapped his pulse rapidly with two fingers. 'Come on, you can do it. One, two, three. Breathe in. Mamma's here to help.' ... In his delirium he thought that indeed his mother was here to help. However, in all of Barnes's twenty-nine years of so-called living, his mother had never come so comfortingly close as this.
— Joseph G. Peterson, Wanted: Elevator Man
We all intuitively know that a mother's love is crucial to the creation of a well-adjusted human and that we are all born with an instinctive expectation of receiving unconditionally selfless love from our mother.
— Jeremy Griffith
It’s a baby. A baby can’t be without a mother.
— K. Weikel, The One-Hundred: Part 1 - The Above
My mother was informing me, by mail, that she was about to die, and would never see me again.
— Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain
...nightly rolling of Mother Ocean ("It's all right, it's all right; everything is calm; we are just eating every thing that moves in here, dry people")..."p.57
— Barry Hannah, Hey Jack!
I was about to die
—  and then she gave me a birth again
No matter how old you are, you always want your mother’s love and acceptance. I guess I’m hoping one day I’ll get it back.
— Hilary Grossman, Plan Bea
Mothers and fathers must be gentle at least some of the time. Mothers and fathers must also be strict at least some of the time. Most of the time, though, most mothers and fathers must be mostly strict and gentle together.
— Connie Kerbs, Paths of Fear: An Anthology of Overcoming Through Courage, Inspiration, and the Miracle of Love
I" theory take a later of course without "O" and you will see that all are build with "I".
— Deyth Banger
Just everything else, Mum. I just have everything else from you.
— Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry
That," said Kail, "was my mother.
— Patrick Weekes, The Prophecy Con
Mother, death, love -- everyone shares, unequally, those three poles of fascination.
— Kamel Daoud, The Meursault Investigation
Looked from different aspects hate just cause more problems it doesn't solve. I hate dogs, I hate black people, I hate yellow people, I hate this person, I hate my father, I hate my mother. And in the end what happens??It gets even more worse, what are you planning better life or a worse life - that's my question?!
— Deyth Banger
We women, me and you. Tell me something real. Don’t just say I’m grown and ought to know. I don’t. I’m fifty and I don’t know nothing. What about it? Do I stay with him? I want to, I think. I want… well, I didn’t always… now I want. I want some fat in this life.”“Wake up. Fat or lean, you got just one. This is it.”“You don’t know either, do you?”“I know enough to know how to behave.”“Is that it? Is that all it is?”“Is that all what is?”“Oh shoot! Where the grown people? Is it us?”“Oh, Mama.” Alice Manfred blurted it out and then covered her mouth. Violet had the same thought: Mama. Mama? Is this where you got to and couldn’t do it no more? The place of shade without trees where you know you are not and never again will be loved by anybody who can choose to do it? Where everything is over but the talking? - Violet Trace and Alice Manfred
— Toni Morrison, Jazz
For many years, February was a difficult month for me after the death of my parents. My father died in February, just a week before my mother's birthday. For years their loss cast a pall over the month. I missed them terribly. But time has changed things. I see my father often in the face of my son and I run into my mother daily each time I pass the hall mirror.
— Mary Morrell, Things My Father Taught Me About Love
For the record, telling your boyfriend that your not-as-dead-as-you-might-have-implied mother has been arrested for murder doesn’t go over well
— Tracy Weber, Karma's a Killer
It starts with my mother….Boys get fucked up by their fathers, right? That’s why so many tales are really Daddy Issue stories at their core, because men run the world, and men get to tell their stories first. If women told most of the stories, though, then all the best stories would be about Mommy Problems.
— Chuck Wendig, Blackbirds
Mother and wife are saints,If they are not together
— A G Maran
A fight with her mother? It was certainly within the realm of possibility, I guessed. Elizabeth was a teenager and her mother was ... well, her mother. Normally they were the best of friends, but even best friends fight.
— James Patterson, Don't Blink
Mother are wife are saints, If they are not together
— A G Maran
Aires and Echo Emerson. Their mother must have hated them to give them names like that.
— Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
The president is not at all like the powerful icon I imagined her to be. She’s more like I remember Amma: small and delicate with a sari that dances behind her as she walks. Of course, the president is clad in white, the color that shows eternal mourning of a lost child, while Amma never wore white. She wore reds and oranges and deep greens. Colors of celebration, of happiness. Perhaps she wears white now. Now that I am dead to her.
— Holly Bodger
They hate me because I am the worst thing possible. I am the bad mother.But here's a secret: in America there are no good mothers. They simply don't exist. Always, there are a thousand ways to fail at this singularly important job. There are failures of the body and failures of the heart. The woman who is unable to breastfeed is a failure. The woman who screams for the epidural is a failure. The woman who picks up her child late knows from the teacher's cutting glance that she is a failure. The woman who shares her bed with her baby has failed. The woman who steels herself and puts on noise-canceling earphones to erase the screaming of her child the next room has failed just as spectacularly. They must all hang their heads in guilt and shame because they haven't done it perfectly, and motherhood is, if anything, the assumption of perfection.
— Nayomi Munaweera, What Lies Between Us
You need to call on your best and strongest self.
— Kate Mulgrew, Born with Teeth
She has the care of a mother, the love of a sister, a prostitute in bed. Who is she?
— Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
Cornered mothers pray for strange things.
— Nadia Hashimi, When the Moon is Low
You got a child to feed and a life to get on with.
— Angela Flournoy, The Turner House
Legends are lessons
—  they ring with truths.
I looked at her, exhausted in the hospital bed, and she looked at you, and you looked at me looking at her with eyes that had never known anything else, and for a moment there I swear we saw each other with a clarity that nothing can alter, not time, not heartbreak, not death.
— Garth Risk Hallberg
A child cannot pay for its mother's milk
— Chinua Achebe
Time is the mother of truth.
— Khalid Masood
A woman steps out of the back door after an hour of him sitting. Younger than either of us, blonde with a tinge of gray at her temples, the light creases of age in the corners of her eyes, beautiful in the untouchable way of mothers who are our exemplars for what we will admire in women when we come of age.
— Thomm Quackenbush, A Creature Was Stirring
You could not stop times from changing, his mother said, no more than you could stop the surf from rolling.
— Brandon Sanderson, Sixth of the Dusk
My aunt just stood there, and in that second it was as though the world and the future collapsed down into a single point, and I understood that this—the kitchen, the spotless cream linoleum floors, the glaring lights, and the vivid green mass of Jell-O on the counter—was all that was left now that my mother was gone.Suddenly I couldn’t stay there. I couldn’t stand the sight of my aunt’s kitchen, which I now understood would be my kitchen. I couldn’t stand the Jell-O. My mother hated Jell-O. An itchy feeling began to work its way through my body, as though a thousand mosquitoes were circulating through my blood, biting me from the inside, making me want to scream, jump, squirm.I ran.
— Lauren Oliver
Fly free, my daughter. Be what I could never be and leave the cage forever.
— Nalini Singh, Archangel's Enigma
Thank you, Mom, for the way you managed yourself during the childish, mean, selfish, insensitive, irresponsible, unreasonable, hateful moments I put you through. From your example I learned to be patient, positive, kind, selfless, sympathetic, reliable, sensible, and loving. You have my endless appreciation.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
If you knew how great is a mother's love, you would have no fear.
— J.M. Barrie
Mothering your man is not sexy for you or for him. If you want your man to "start being a man", start being his lover not his mother.
— Miya Yamanouchi
My mother. I don't think too harshly of her. I know she did all she could not to have me, except of course the one thing, and if she never succeeded in getting me unstuck, it was that fate had earmarked me for less compassionate sewers.
— Samuel Beckett, Molloy
In art and mythology, the Goddess appears in three forms. White represents the virgin, red the mother, and black, the crone, or the death-goddess.
— Erin O'Riordan, Cut
Happiness, to me, was no different than Mom's paprikalaced domino bars: something that looked sweet until you took a bite, and then made you want to vomit.
— Jerry Stahl, Perv - A Love Story
Is she a friend of yours?”“No,” Diana said flatly. “She’s my mother.
— Erin O'Riordan, Cut
A praying mother is more precious and valuable than all the riches in the world.
— Violet James
All those calm, adult discussions. When all she really wanted to do was scream for her momma, her sweet momma, the one person in the world who loved her better than anyone ever would or ever could.
— Fannie Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe
He wanted to stay there forever, letting her soothe him, pretending he was just a kid and his mom could make everything okay.
— Suzanne Collins, Gregor and the Code of Claw
My mama steps out of her dressand drops it, an inheritance falling to my feet.She stands alone: bathed, blooming,burdened with nothing of this world.Her body is naked and beautiful,her wings gray and scorched,her brown eyes piercing the brown of mine.I watch her departure, her flapping wings:She doesn’t look back, not even once,not even to whisper my name
— Brenda Sutton Rose
With red clay between my toes,and the sun setting over my head,the ghost of my mother blows in,riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,riding on a honeysuckle breeze.
— Brenda Sutton Rose
my mother and then my mom then my mom
— wael abd
And as much as I wanted to, I knew I couldn't turn around, that to look at her directly was to violate the laws of her world and mine; she had come to me the only way she could, and our eyes met in the glass for a long still moment; but just as she seemed about to speak - with what seemed a combination of amusement, affection, exasperation - a vapor rolled between us and I woke up.
— Donna Tartt
I wrote Seventh Heaven for my mother who I miss eve
— Alice Hoffman
Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you’d be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.
— Jojo Moyes, One Plus One
LIKE MOTHER, LIKE LOVERThere is the motherWho cooks too muchTo feed her children,And there is the motherWho cooks too little,Or not at all.There is the birdThat returns to its nestWith just a frail wormAnd feeds it to her babies,And there is the birdThat kills its frail babiesJust to eat the worm.There is the loverWho argues thatThere is neverEnough love,And there is the other loverWho argues that love isAll there everWas.
— Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.
— Alexis  Hall, Waiting for the Flood
So, a word to all you Femin-Idi-Amins: Stop “liberating” moms by trying tomake them join the workforce. They’re already doing the job that God putthem here to do: Everything.
— Stephen Colbert
I smiled and looked at her- there she was with such a genuine grin and twinkle in her eyes. I kissed my mother on her forehead and took a long look in to her hazel eyes. I wondered when I would have the next chance to see her as I whispered, 'I love you." Mother didn't respond. She didn't look well- she had a tint of green and yellow to her skin and her thinning hair was a dull salt and pepper color, cut extra short and clinging to her scalp. She had no makeup on, which told me she just had no more energy. I began to walk out of her room and turned to look at her. I wanted to run up to her, shake her, and beg her to tell me she loved me and was proud of me. But when I looked at her, she was already sleeping.
— Jori Nunes, Chocolate Flowers
MOM - noun - One who sacrifices her body, sleep, social life, spending money, eating hot meals, peeing alone, patience, memory, energy and sanity for LOVE!
— Tanya Masse
I had not asked to be born. Only to be loved.
— Dean Koontz, Odd Thomas
If she fully embraced life with all its conflicts, she would suffer a breakdown.
— Dean Koontz, Odd Thomas
Ma! Small in size, but plenty of space; cozy from womb, with warmest embrace, that is how I felt being with you - safe! and luckiest, all with God's grace.
— Priyavrat Thareja
Birthday is a glorious day.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!
Fourteen years without a mother had me believe I could be stoic when I finally met her.
— Maria V. Snyder, Magic Study
WHAT DOES AN OLD MAN GAIN BY EXERCISINGwhat will he gain by talking on the phonewhat will he gain by going after fame, tell mewhat does he gain by looking in the mirrorNothingeach time he just sinks deeper in the mudIt’s already three or four in the morningwhy doesn’t he try to go to sleepbut no--he won’t stop doing exercisewon’t stop with his famous long-distance callswon’t stop with Bach		 with Beethoven				 with Tchaikovskywon’t stop with the long looks in the mirrorwon’t stop with the ridiculous obsession about continuing to breathepitiful--it would be better if he turned out the lightRidiculous old man his mother says to himyou and your father are exactly alikehe didn’t want to die eithermay God grant you the strength to drive a carmay God grant you the strength to talk on the phonemay God grant you the strength to breathe may God grant you the strength to bury your motherYou fell asleep, you ridiculous old man!but the poor wretch does not intend to sleepLet’s not confuse crying with sleeping
— Nicanor Parra, Antipoems: How to Look Better and Feel Great
It hadn't occurred to me that my mother would die. Until she was dying, the thought had never entered my mind. She was monolithic and insurmountable, the keeper of my life. She would grow old and still work in the garden. This image was fixed in my mind, like one of the memories from her childhood that I made her explain so intricately that I remembered it as if it were mine. She would be old and beautiful like the black-and-white photo of Georgia O'Keeffe I'd once sent her. I held fast to this image for the first couple of weeks after we left the Mayo Clinic, and then, once she was admitted to the hospice wing of the hospital in Duluth, that image unfurled, gave way to the others, more modest and true. I imagined my mother in October; I wrote the scene in my mind. And then the one of my mother in August and another in May. Each day that passed, another month peeled away.
— Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
God always visit two times in our life first on our birth he is the one who take out from mother's womb second to take back home.
— Kishore Bansal
We say, "It wasn't that bad. It was all my fault. I’m making all this stuff up. "All my life, I spoke bitterly of my mother's treatment of me as a child.Friends asked, “What did she do to you?“ I couldn't really describe it, and in frustration would say, “Well, she didn't lock us up in closets." in fact, my mother behaved much worse than that, but by focusing on the empty closet, I avoided looking at what waited beyond it.
— Sarah E. Olson, Becoming One: A Story of Triumph Over Dissociative Identity Disorder
I never found myself alone, because of my mother.
— imahmedyounis
They never tell you about that either. How the hardest thing a mother has to do is give her child up, let them go, watch them run.
— Jackie Kay, Wish I Was Here
I realized today that a daughter is born twice. For nine months, a mother carries and nourishes her daughter in her stomach, then gives birth to her. It's a happy occasion, but the mother is left feeling sadly empty inside...But I realized today that, after raising her within my love and embrace and sending her off in marriage, this day is just as sad and leaves me just as empty as the one when I first gave birth to
— Kim Dong Hwa
The only god visible to my eyes is "My Mother
— sarav
She'd never been big on church before, but as soon as we landed on cancer planet she went so over-the-top Jesucristo that I think she would have nailed herself to a cross if she'd had one handy.
— Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her
I know there’s something troubling you. I’m not going to ask what it is, if you don’t want to tell me. But remember that I’m your mother. Nothing you say could ever shock me or make me love you less.
— Erin Hunter, The Forgotten Warrior
Do not forget to put it here where it never gets lost,”his mother said, pointing to his heart.
— J.U. Scribe, Before the Legend
Mothers train your children to only Speak Truth
— Imran Khan
Oh, is that right? You know, a lioness will protect her cub by baring her teeth, by roaring, using her claws to defend her cub if she feels she has to - this mother, has other means. You are standing in the way of my daughter's best interests. If you try to pick our peach from our family tree, you will be picking a fight. Do you understand me?
— Steven L. Sheppard, The Untold Story Of Pyramus And Thisbe
My mother said my father had a drop of dragon blood.”“Two drops. That, or a cock six feet long.
— George R.R. Martin
No one will ever love me that much again.
— Gabrielle Zevin, The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry
We are so excited that, in the strangely illuminating phrase my mother favours, we’re completely beside ourselves.
— Karen Joy Fowler, We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves
I heard in my own voice the tulmult of a young man playig a role, uneasily, repackaging black R&B music from America, relying on gimmicky outfits, and pretending to be wild & free when in reality he needed to be looked after by his mother.
— Pete Townshend, Who I Am
CHARADE PARADEA 'Special Day' once a year creates an excuse for neglect on the other 365 days for mothers, fathers & veterans
— Kamil Ali, Profound Vers-A-Tales
Most of us are perfect mothers as we love our children the most,but isn't this too natural.?..Worth are those, who are not only good mothers, but are sincere wives too, role modeling justice and equality for their children's moral upbringing.Moreover they strive hard while portraying best of their humanity in performing duties with mannerism, respect and dignity.Such women never face humiliation and alienation at the hands of society ,no matter what trials are being weaved but they survive respectfully .This is the worldly reward for their struggle while hidden treasury must be waiting in the hereafter.
— AISHA RAHEEL
Mother nature pushes you back the faster you go, same way people will full you back, the faster you succeed.
— Arlin Sailesh Kapadia
My mother remains unmatched in quality, competent in business process, and is never contested for any faults
— Priyavrat Thareja