Mother
Quotes - You are evidence of your mother's strength
“...I
have so many dreams of my own, and I remember things from my childhood, from
when I was a girl and a young woman, and I haven't forgotten a thing. So why
did we think of Mom as a mom from the very beginning? She didn't have the
opportunity to pursue her dreams, and all by herself, faced everything the era
dealt her, poverty and sadness, and she couldn't do anything about her very bad
lot in life other than suffer through it and get beyond it and live her life to
the very best of her ability, giving her body and her heart to it completely.
Why did I never give a thought to Mom's dreams?”
―
Kyung-Sook Shin, Please Look After Mom
“The
truth is, every son raised by a single mom is pretty much born married. I don't
know, but until your mom dies it seems like all the other women in your life
can never be more than just your mistress.”
―
Chuck Palahniuk
“I
need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I
talk to God, but the sky is empty.”
―
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“The
best place to cry is on a mother's arms.”
― Jodi
Picoult, House Rules
“my
mother
is
pure radiance.
she
is the sun
i
can touch
and
kiss
and
hold
without
getting
burnt.”
―
Sanober Khan
“A
mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred
scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul.”
―
Barbara Kingsolver
“You
are evidence of your mother's strength, especially if you are a rebellious
knucklehead and regardless she has always maintained her sanity.”
―
Criss Jami, Killosophy
“I'm
convinced that most men don't know what they believe, rather, they only know
what they wish to believe. How many people blame God for man's atrocities, but
wouldn't dream of imprisoning a mother for her son's crime?”
―
Criss Jami, Killosophy
“He
didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own
mark.”
―
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
“In
fact, she was both my first and second words: Umma, then Mom. I called to her
in two languages. Even then I must have known that no one would ever love me as
much as she would.”
―
Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart
“It's
come at last," she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand
between your children and heartache. When there wasn't enough food in the house
you pretended that you weren't hungry so they could have more. In the cold of a
winter's night you got up and put your blanket on their bed so they wouldn't be
cold. You'd kill anyone who tried to harm them - I tried my best to kill that
man in the hallway. Then one sunny day, they walk out in all innocence and they
walk right into the grief that you'd give your life to spare them from.”
―
Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
“Fathers.
Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will f--- you up, every
time.”
―
Chuck Palahniuk, Snuff
“Maybe
it's just a daughter's job to piss off her mother.”
―
Chuck Palahniuk, Diary
“Mr.
Pugh turned bright red. His cheeks puffed up like the galls of shad from the
nearby river. His green- monster eyes rolled around his face, and he pounded
both fists down on the table, and through grinding teeth and snorting gasps
hollered, “INDEED NOT, MISS KNAPP! Slaves are not allowed to read and write. We
have you here with good and steady pay to instruct our children and nothing
else. Going near that boy, or any other slave, with chalk or book learnin’ is
strictly forbidden! Do you understand me?”
―
Sheridan Brown, The Viola Factor
“Behind
all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours
begin.”
―
Mitch Albom, For One More Day
“I
dream of giving birth to a child who will ask,
Mother,
what was war?”
―
Eve Merriam
“For
Sayonara, literally translated, 'Since it must be so,' of all the good-bys I
have heard is the most beautiful. Unlike the Auf Wiedershens and Au revoirs, it
does not try to cheat itself by any bravado 'Till we meet again,' any sedative
to postpone the pain of separation. It does not evade the issue like the sturdy
blinking Farewell. Farewell is a father's good-by. It is - 'Go out in the world
and do well, my son.' It is encouragement and admonition. It is hope and faith.
But it passes over the significance of the moment; of parting it says nothing.
It hides its emotion. It says too little. While Good-by ('God be with you') and
Adios say too much. They try to bridge the distance, almost to deny it. Good-by
is a prayer, a ringing cry. 'You must not go - I cannot bear to have you go!
But you shall not go alone, unwatched. God will be with you. God's hand will
over you' and even - underneath, hidden, but it is there, incorrigible - 'I
will be with you; I will watch you - always.' It is a mother's good-by. But
Sayonara says neither too much nor too little. It is a simple acceptance of
fact. All understanding of life lies in its limits. All emotion, smoldering, is
banked up behind it. But it says nothing. It is really the unspoken good-by,
the pressure of a hand, 'Sayonara.”
―
Anne Morrow Lindbergh, North to the Orient
“I
have a sister, so I know-that relationship, it's all about fairness: you want
your sibling to have exactly what you have-the same amount of toys, the same
number of meatballs on your spaghetti, the same share of love. But being a
mother is completely different. You want your child to have more than you ever
did. You want to build a fire underneath her and watch her soar. It's bigger
than words.”
―
Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper
“The
expression in her eyes was bitter as nightshade. 'You ask me about regret? Let
me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You
cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here.
Should you regret the whole chain, and the air between, or each link
separately, as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which
ended so badly, or just the ending itself? I've given more thought to this
question than you can begin to imagine.”
―
Janet Fitch, White Oleander
“When
you're pregnant, you can think of nothing but having your own body to yourself
again, yet after having given birth you realize that the biggest part of you is
now somehow external, subject to all sorts of dangers and disappearance, so you
spend the rest of your life trying to figure out how to keep it close enough
for comfort. That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a
baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one.”
―
Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts
