Mothers And Daughters Quotes
Mothers And Daughters Quote of the day
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.
Lately, Mami’s eyes have been so dark, I don’t like looking into them because I’m afraid I’ll fall in.
I'm two days away from day after tomorrowCounting the hours to my upcoming sorrow Suddenly I lookinto the eyes of my childThen all sadness goneas I smile the way she smiled
I don't want to sew.How else will the buttons get onto the coat?
I don't put much stock in remembering things. Being able to forget is a superior skill.
But inside loss there can be gain, too, like the small silver spider Bela had discovered one dewy morning, curled asleep at the center of a rose.
As a child, I was very careful not to erase my mother's writing on the chalkboard because I would miss her.
Ah, how quickly the hands on the clock circle toward the future we thought was far away! And how soon we become our mothers.
It's amazing the things that the heart and mind can endure. No one ever told me that growing up, so I often spent my childhood thinking something was wrong with me.
Coming home seemed to have started the healing process. No longer vivid and garish, the memories seemed to be covered in gossemer, fading behind a curtain of time and forgiveness.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT PAGE: To my daughter, if you ever date anyone like the men I write, I will kick your *ss up between your ears and you will walk sideways for a month, but I’ll still love you.
Alice wondered if her mother was aware that she wasn’t the only one in town who’d come down with a bad case of Blueberry Fever.
Jeopardy, Mom! You have got to get on Jeopardy! Seriously! You could marry Alex Trebek! You could be Alex and Alex Trebek! You could be Alex SQUARED!
Your unconscious wants to express the pain you feel about your own lost innocence. But your ego wants to keep it repressed. To the compromise is anxiety.
Mom was the midwife who delivered stories to me.
She told me that women who wore makeup had bad values. Putting on makeup would have been a statement—a rebellion. I didn’t try it. I grew to feel guilty for wanting to feel attractive.
Because I feared I couldn't walk to Newton Centre without her, I needed to hike through desert, snow and woods alone.Childhood is a wilderness.
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?
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.
Youth isn't all it's cracked up to be either.""Then you're doing it wrong.
I could just felt the twinge of resentment with her being there, where my mother was supposed to be. What right did she have, to replace that place?
My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without her observance, and her sturdy presence, I would feel windblown.
Sweetheart the doctor gave you the okay, and your friends will be there. It's okay to live your life. You can't be afraid at every turn.
Even as individuals become families and families become communities, and communities become nations, so eventually must the nations draw together in peace.
Got something to do with guilt, ' Toro said. 'Her mother, neh?' 'Guilt. Longing. Got something to do with all of us.
The circumstances surrounding your birth are not as important as the opportunity to live life.
Life begins at the day of birth. Birthday is a great day of honour.
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.
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.
I had never confronted my parents with the true feelings I had for them, and I had certainly never expressed the depth of my feeling for my mother, being too selfish to try when I should have.
Nefret was still pouting when Emerson helped her into the carriage. Emerson did not observe the pout. He would not have observed it (men being what they are) even if something had not distracted him.
Papi, I don't know what to do anymore." Lourdes begins to cry. "No matter what I do, Pilar hates me.""Pilar doesn't hate you, hija. She just hasn't learned to love you yet.
I see my mother exactly as she is – sad and strong, tense and trying.
From that moment, and for the rest of my life, my mother's words--perceptive and many others--have helped me to be the thing she saw and named in me.
As the High Priestess looked down upon the child, she was struck by her holy perfection. She was a tiny person in miniature, and her beautiful eyes, little hands, and long eyelashes were sublime.
Are you keeping up your good studies at school and working as hard as you always did?
My mother is not evil, Faith reminded herself. She is just a perfectly sensible snake, protecting her eggs and making her way in the world as best she can.
Common sense. Mothers are the last riddle, the worst horror, the only consolation.
The only reason I'd lift my skirt is to pull a pistol and plug you in the head.
You’ll see, ” Mother assured her. “The fish will be just as friendly and the waves just as fresh in the new world the door makers find for us.
