Mother
Quotes - He wanted to paint air
“It
has been a week since Ami died and this morning I woke suddenly hours before
dawn, indeed the same hour as when my mother died. It was not a dream that woke
me, but a thought. And with that thought I could swear I heard Ami's voice.
But
I am not frightened. I am joyous. Joyous with realization. For I cannot help
but think what a lucky person I am. Imagine that in all the eons of time, in
all the possible universes of which Dara speaks, of all the stars in the
heavens, Ami and I came together for one brief and shining sliver of time.
I
stop. I think.
Supposing
in the grand infinity of this universe two particles of life, Ami and me, swirl
endlessly like grains of sand in the oceans of the world -- how much of a
chance is there for these two particles, these two grains of sand, to collide,
to rest briefly together... at the same moment in time?
That
is what happened with Ami and me... this miracle of chance.”
―
Kathryn Lasky
“this
is how you smile to someone you don't like too much; this is how you smile to
someone you don't like at all; this is how you smile to someone you like
completely; this is how you set a table for tea; this is how you set a table
for dinner; this is how you set a table for dinner with an important guest;
this is how you set a table for lunch; this is how you set a table for
breakfast; this is how to behave in the presence of men who don't know you very
well, and this way they won't recognize immediately the slut I have warned you
against becoming;”
―
Jamaica Kincaid, At the Bottom of the River
“At
eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.”
―
Vladimir Nabokov
“Indeed,
analyst Robert Bak calls orgasm "the perfect promise between love and
death," the means by which we repatriate separation of mother and child
through the momentary extinction of the self. It is true that few of us
consciously climb into a lover's bed in the hope of finding our mommy between
the sheets. But the sexual loss of our separateness (which may scare people so
badly they cannot have orgasm) brings us pleasure, in part, because it
unconsciously repeats our first connection.”
―
Judith Viorst, Necessary Losses: The Loves, Illusions, Dependencies, and
Impossible Expectations That All of Us Have to Give Up in Order to Grow
“Children
are our future we must take care of them with maximum effort. ”
―
Naomi Campbell
“Babies
of around one year old are often active by day and wake frequently at night,
for no obvious reason. Then a mother can feel desparate for sleep yet equally
desparate to comfort her baby when he needs her at night. I have spoken to many
mothers who have sacrificed their own sleep, waking up numerous times every
night because their babies cried for them. It seems terrible that these
hardworking women think of themselves as failures as a result. Surely a mother
who has chosen to sacrifice her sleep deserves respect and admiration for her
generous mothering.”
―
Naomi Stadlen, What Mothers Do: Especially When it Looks Like Nothing
“How
did your mother die?” asked Delk.
“Car
accident,” Katie replied, gazing out over the water. “She’d been to mass. A
tire blew on the way home, and she was gone. I was nineteen, Pather’s age, when
it happened. My brother was only eleven.” She paused. “I do know what you’re
going through.” Katie looked at her.
“Pather
told you?” Katie nodded. Delk was glad Pather had told his sister; she was
relieved not to have to tell the story again. “Does it ever . . . you know . .
. get any better?”
Katie
shrugged her narrow shoulders and smiled. “In some ways it does, but it’s a bit
like running a long race with a rock in your shoe. You get used to it, but it
always hurts a little.”
―
Suzanne Supplee, When Irish Guys Are Smiling
“How
do we know we're not people in a movie?' she asked.
I
looked at her not knowing how to reply.
Mama,
[...] how do we know that things are real?'
Great.
Now we have a junior existentialist in the house.
Well,
we don't know. We just have to hope that what we think is real is real.'
But
how do we know?' she asked, insistently.
Ah,
a scientist, who wants empirical evidence.
We
don't know. We just have to hope.'
Mama,
how do we know things aren't a dream? You know, how sometimes life feels like a
dream? Do you ever feel that way?'
Yes,
sweetie, I feel that way all the time.”
―
Julie Metz
“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: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry
for Every Day of the Year
“But
a mother who has failed me so thoroughly is no mother of mine.”
―
Xiran Jay Zhao, Iron Widow
“Mariam
saw now the sacrifices a mother made. Decency was but one. ”
―
khaled hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns
“Horror
immobolizes us because it is made of contradictory feelings: fear and
seduction, repulsion and attraction. Horror is a fascination...Horror is
immobility, the great yawn of empty space, the womb and the hole in the earth,
the universal Mother and the great garbage heap...With horror we cannot have
recourse to flight or combat, there remains only Adoration or Exorcism.”
―
Octavio Paz
“You’re
very impatient,” Violet said, facing the door. “You always have been.”
“I
know,” Eloise said, wondering if this was a scolding, and if so, why was her
mother choosing to do it now?
“I
always loved that about you,” Violet said. “I always loved everything about
you, of course, but for some reason I always found your impatience especially
charming. It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted
everything.”
Eloise
wasn’t so sure that sounded like such a good trait.
“You
wanted everything for everyone, and you wanted to know it all and learn it all,
and . . .”
For
a moment Eloise thought her mother might be done, but then Violet turned around
and added, “You’ve never been satisfied with second-best, and that’s good,
Eloise. I’m glad you never married any of those men who proposed in London.
None of them would have made you happy. Content, maybe, but not happy.”
Eloise
felt her eyes widen with surprise.
“But
don’t let your impatience become all that you are,” Violet said softly.
“Because it isn’t, you know. There’s a great deal more to you, but I think
sometimes you forget that.” She smiled, the gentle, wise smile of a mother
saying goodbye to her daughter.”
―
Julia Quinn, To Sir Phillip, With Love
“He
wanted to bury her in Velaris. Somewhere full of light and warmth, full of kind
people. Far away from these mountains.”
―
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight
“If
you would have a boy to despise his mother, let her keep him at home, and spend
her life in petting him up, and slaving to indulge his follies and caprices.”
―
Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
“Women
are lot more stronger then men, not just mentally but even physically, not only
do they look beautiful in any form, but are also blessed with there caring
nature which they have by birth.. What do men need more then this to respect a
women??? Handling a family is equivalent to handling a big corporate office.. N
she does it very well..Respect her beauty by praising it n don't dis-respect it
by passing dirty comments.. Some mentally ill men RAPE a women, but dis-respect
every women including there mother n sisters with this act... and cause of such
mentally ill men, every man is ashamed of being a Male/Man..”
―
honeya
“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
