Mother
Quotes - Mother is Water
“Sometimes
she would cry. I was so lonely, she'd say. You have no idea how lonely I was.
And I had friends, I was a lucky one, but I was lonely anyway.
I
admired my mother in some ways, although things between us were never easy. She
expected too much from me, I felt. She expected me to vindicate her life for
her, and the choices she'd made. I didn't want to live my life on her terms. I
didn't want to be the model offspring, the incarnation of her ideas. We used to
fight about that. I am not your justification for existence, I said her to
once.
I
want her back. I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to
it, this wanting.”
―
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale
“May
each of us remember this truth; 'one cannot forget mother and remember God. One
cannot remember mother and forget God.' Why? Because these two sacred persons,
God and mother, partners in creation, in love, in sacrifice, in service, are as
one.”
―
Thomas S. Monson, Pathways to perfection;: Discourses of Thomas S. Monson
“MOTHER
IS WATER
I
wish I could
Shower
your head with flowers
And
anoint your feet with my tears,
For
I know I have caused you
So
much heartache, frustration and despair –
Throughout
my youthful years.
I
wish I could give you
The
remainder of my life
To
add to yours,
Or
simply erase
The
lines on your face,
And
mend all that has been torn.
For
next to God,
You
are the fire
That
has given light
To
the flame in each of my eyes.
You
are the fountain
That
nourished my growth,
And
from your chalice –
Gave
me life.
Without
the wetness of your love,
The
fragrance of your water,
Or
the trickling sounds of
Your
voice,
I
shall always feel
thirsty.”
―
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
“Babies
need not to be taught a trade, but to be introduced to a world. To put the
matter shortly, woman is generally shut up in a house with a human being at the
time when he asks all the questions that there are, and some that there aren't.
It would be odd if she retained any of the narrowness of a specialist. Now if
anyone says that this duty of general enlightenment (even when freed from
modern rules and hours, and exercised more spontaneously by a more protected
person) is in itself too exacting and oppressive, I can understand the view. I
can only answer that our race has thought it worth while to cast this burden on
women in order to keep common-sense in the world. But when people begin to talk
about this domestic duty as not merely difficult but trivial and dreary, I
simply give up the question. For I cannot with the utmost energy of imagination
conceive what they mean. When domesticity, for instance, is called drudgery,
all the difficulty arises from a double meaning in the word. If drudgery only
means dreadfully hard work, I admit the woman drudges in the home, as a man
might drudge at the Cathedral of Amiens or drudge behind a gun at Trafalgar.
But if it means that the hard work is more heavy because it is trifling,
colorless and of small import to the soul, then as I say, I give it up; I do
not know what the words mean. To be Queen Elizabeth within a definite area,
deciding sales, banquets, labors and holidays; to be Whiteley within a certain
area, providing toys, boots, sheets, cakes. and books, to be Aristotle within a
certain area, teaching morals, manners, theology, and hygiene; I can understand
how this might exhaust the mind, but I cannot imagine how it could narrow it.
How can it be a large career to tell other people's children about the Rule of
Three, and a small career to tell one's own children about the universe? How
can it be broad to be the same thing to everyone, and narrow to be everything
to someone? No; a woman's function is laborious, but because it is gigantic,
not because it is minute. I will pity Mrs. Jones for the hugeness of her task;
I will never pity her for its smallness.”
―
G.K. Chesterton, What's Wrong with the World
“To
be a loving mother was to be known for a service, but to be a lovely mother was
to possess a charm all your own.”
―
Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart
“What-what
do you want?" Annabeth asked, trying to maintain a tone of confidence.
The
voice cackled maliciously.
'To
curse you, of course! To destroy you thousand times in the name of Mother
Night!'
"Only
a thousand times?" Percy murmured. "Oh, good...I thought we were in
trouble.”
―
Rick Riordan
“I
ask you, what good is a big picture window and the lavish appointments and a
priceless decor in a home if there is no mother there?”
―
Spencer W. Kimball, The Miracle of Forgiveness
“You're
the kind of man my mother warned me about.”
―
Christine Feehan, Dark Prince
“...my
father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best
like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure,
inarticulate fury would fill the house for days, weeks, at a time, making the
air humid, hard to breathe, my father stalking around with his lower jaw
jutting out, giving him the look of a wounded, vengeful boxer, grinding his
teeth so loud you could hear it across the room ... I'm sure he told himself:
'I never hit her'. I'm sure because of this technicality he never saw himself
as an abuser. But he turned our family life into an endless road trip with bad
directions and a rage-clenched driver, a vacation that never got a chance to be
fun.”
―
Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
“They
wanted the real mother, the blood mother, the great womb, mother of fierce
compassion, a woman large enough to hold all the pain, to carry it away. What
we needed was someone who bled, someone deep and rich as a field, a wide-hipped
mother, awesome, immense, women like huge soft couches, mothers coursing with
blood, mother's big enough, wide enough for us to hide in, to sink down to the
bottom of of, mother's who would breathe for us when we could not breathe
anymore, who would fight for us, who would kill for us, die for us.”
―
Janet Fitch, White Oleander
“From
her thighs, she gives you life
And
how you treat she who gives you life
Shows
how much you value the life given to you by the Creator.
And
from seed to dust
There
is ONE soul above all others --
That
you must always show patience, respect, and trust
And
this woman is your mother.
And
when your soul departs your body
And
your deeds are weighed against the feather
There
is only one soul who can save yours
And
this woman is your mother.
And
when the heart of the universe
Asks
her hair and mind,
Whether
you were gentle and kind to her
Her
heart will be forced to remain silent
And
her hair will speak freely as a separate entity,
Very
much like the seaweed in the sea --
It
will reveal all that it has heard and seen.
This
woman whose heart has seen yours,
First
before anybody else in the world,
And
whose womb had opened the door
For
your eyes to experience light and more --
Is
your very own MOTHER.
So,
no matter whether your mother has been cruel,
Manipulative,
abusive, mentally sick, or simply childish
How
you treat her is the ultimate test.
If
she misguides you, forgive her and show her the right way
With
simple wisdom, gentleness, and kindness.
And
always remember,
That
the queen in the Creator's kingdom,
Who
sits on the throne of all existence,
Is
exactly the same as in yours.
And
her name is,
THE
DIVINE MOTHER.”
―
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
