Mother
Quotes - Every mother is divine mother
“Time
feels flimsy as the cardboard swirlies that will hang over Jet's head in the
school gym while the bass line reverberates in her chest, and she wraps her
skinny limbs around someone who is not me.”
―
Sarah Damoff, The Bright Years
“In
your arms, I found my first home,
A
world of love, where dreams have grown._
Your
strength, your care, your endless light, Turned my darkest days so bright!
Happy
Mother's Day, to a heart so true,
The
world is kinder because of you.”
―
Srinivas Mishra
“There
were things she never named,
only
folded
like
laundry too wrinkled to iron smooth.
I
grew up watching her close windows before the wind came.
Grief,
she believed, should never be given an open door.
She
never raised her voice,
but
the quiet she wore had weight.
It
pressed against the walls.”
―
Maimoona Abidi, A Shelf of Things I Never Said
“I
used to think I was different.
But
I trace her storms in the way I love
always
bracing for ruin,
always
sleeping with the lights off,
as
if that’s how you keep the house from burning.
I
started having dreams in her accent.
Started
pausing before I spoke, like her.
Started
carrying umbrellas even when the sky looked clear.
I
mistook her quiet for peace.
It
was survival.
A
hush that had teeth.
Now,
when I cry, it rains in my daughter’s room.
The
wallpaper peels in the same corner it did in mine.”
―
Maimoona Abidi, A Shelf of Things I Never Said
“Every
mother is divine mother.”
―
Abhijit Naskar, The God Sonnets: Naskar Art of Theology
“A
Woman...an honour, a pride
coz
she, the one carry a womb and brings life
Being
a woman is euphoric...coz
After
God she is the one who gives life.
Motherhood
is an endurance and an endeavour,
Willingly
waiting to add-on this tribe
A
feeling equal to a Blessing by a divine
Feeding
and Caring is her regime...
A
woman...an honour, a pride.”
―
Deepa Gera
“My
mom and my family are at home, but I always love my mom and I watch my mom
every day.”
―
Shaun Johnson
“My
mom and my family are at home, but I always love my mom and I watch my mom
every day.”
―
Shaun Allan Johnson
“माँ तो माँ है…
दूर हो तुम… जो घर से अपने…
तो सोचते होगे… ऑफिस में बैठे…
माँ कैसी होगी? माँ कैसी होगी?
घर पे है, तो ठीक ही होगी।
काम में डूबे, तुम सोचते होगे…
माँ जागती होगी… या सोती होगी।
माँ तो माँ है…
जाग ही रही है… सोई नहीं…
शायद रोती होगी।
सोचती होगी तुम आओगे…
ढूँढती होगी कौन-सी राह से…
तुम दूर हो ना… समझोगे कैसे।
डरती है वो…
खाली घर के कोने से…
झूले के खाली होने से…
मौसम के बदलने से…
तुम्हारे घर से चलने से।
पूछती है फिर कब आओगे… बता देना…
साँसें थोड़ी हैं… हक अपना जता देना।
एक बार तो दिन में बात किया कर…
नींद अच्छी आती है… तेरी आवाज़ सुनकर…
तेरी हँसी, तेरी ख़ुशी के वास्ते…
करे सब कुर्बान वो तुझपे।
दुआएँ देती होगी…
माँ तो माँ है…
रोती होगी…
फिर चुप-चाप सोती होगी।”
―
Vikrm: CA Vikram Verma, Guru with Guitar
“A
strange, complex, honest mother is as good as what anyone else had. Better.”
―
Marie-Helene Bertino, Beautyland
“Silence
was probably a single mother’s loudest cry.”
―
Shalaka Kulkarni, Tadow - Vivid Echoes of Modern India
“Like
those moments when you told us that you were tired and wanted to go. Was there
any notice from heaven?”
―
Anthony Shieh, Death of a Loved One In the Time of Pandemic
“A
mountain is a mother of alpinism.”
―
Tamerlan Kuzgov
“There
was the long-buried smell of home--- not the smell of the cottage in Armagh,
with the hearth that she had yet to sweep and the stain of poitín in the air.
Instead there was the briny tang of the sea, the sweet rot of fish guts. Her
mother's scent, sun-baked sand and the gritty insides of shells.”
―
Emilia Hart, The Sirens
“She
is a mother: she seeks no glory, yet her every act is heroic.”
―
Aloo Denish Obiero
“Nature,
Nation & Mother are to be worshipped …All are Feminine, and all three
“Shape Us To Perfection”. All those, anywhere Worldwide, who keep that
Hierarchy are Sanatan”
―
Sandeep Sahajpal, The Twelfth Preamble: To all the authors to be!
“To
be born of a mother is to owe a debt no time can repay.”
―
Aloo Denish Obiero
“He
who does not love his mother more than other mothers, and his fatherland more
than other fatherlands, loves neither his mother nor his fatherland.”
―
Paul Déroulède
“It
was like walking through a beautiful flower-strewn meadow, but the path was on
a cliff-top and one wrong step would send me plummeting. The eternal vigilance
meant that I could never relax.”
―
Danu Morrigan, You're Not Crazy—It's Your Mother: Understanding and Healing for
Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers
“You
don’t need to die to feel like a ghost in your own life.”
―
Arabella Sveinsdottir, Where Is Death: A Cosmic Horror Tale About Six Broken
Strangers and the Search for Death, Who’s Gone Missing Without a Trace
“I
just worry about you.”
“Yeah.
You are my mom, after all. It’s kind of in the job description.”
―
T.J. Klune, Into This River I Drown
“For
the time, the love, and the sacrifice,
For
the laughs, the tears, and the sound advice,
For
the faith, the prayers, and for being nice,
I
thank God that He made you my mother.”
―
Richelle E. Goodrich, Hope Evermore: Quotes, Verse, & Spiritual Inspiration
for Every Day of the Year
“There
is one person who utters more earnest, hopeful, pleading prayers for you than
anyone else in the world—your mother.”
―
Richelle E. Goodrich, Hope Evermore: Quotes, Verse, & Spiritual Inspiration
for Every Day of the Year
“A
mother wants every good, healthy, right thing for her children. She can’t help
it; they are the only lives that mean more to her than her own.”
―
Richelle E. Goodrich, Hope Evermore: Quotes, Verse, & Spiritual Inspiration
for Every Day of the Year
“Tom
was Mrs. Hickey’s, hers and no one else’s. White, thin-lipped, defiant little
Mrs. Hickey waited for him outside the public school, stood outside beside the
Special Bus when the first dismissal bell sounded, and a sudden high shrill
shriek, many children’s voices blended into one cry of freedom, sounded louder
and louder till the big doors burst open with it and all the little broken
children stumbled out, on crutches, in braces, limping, fumbling, stuttering,
the little Specials, their leaping cry at liberty as loud as the Regulars to be
released ten minutes later. Mrs. Hickey, standing to one side of the gate so as
not to embarrass Tom by betraying his need of her support, could single him out
at once, swinging books along by a strap, twisted leg in silver brace dragging;
she could see a bigger boy push him back and knock his head, laughing, against
the wall, and she had to keep herself from rushing to his defense, she could
see his lost blank smile, bewildered, uncomprehending, but she must not
interfere, this was boy’s play, make a man of him, though so far as that went, he
would never hit back, never, he was too gentle, and he only looked dazed at
taunts. Not normal, the teacher had firmly told her, sub, she added briskly,
and for the mother, facing clear-eyed skeptical educator, there was no use
telling about the poem he wrote, a drawing he made, the toy airplane he built
with his own weak little hands, but some of these days the teachers would be
sorry, someday they would see how wrong they were.”
―
Dawn Powell, Turn, Magic Wheel
“There’s
a bobby pin, two receipts,
and
my mother’s voice trapped in a voicemail
I
haven’t had the courage to delete.
my
lipstick sits there too
the
one I wore the day I didn’t cry.
No
one asks why I keep
a
drawer full of matchboxes and apology notes.
Sometimes,
when I can’t sleep,
I
trace the ring mark left by an old mug
and
imagine it’s a constellation.
I
tell myself the bedside table is not clutter
it’s
just the only place I keep remembering
to
live.
Some
days, I organize it.
Most
days, it organizes me.”
―
Maimoona Abidi, A Shelf of Things I Never Said
