Mother
Quotes - Weep softly o mother
“Mia:
I was sixteen when I first realized my mom was more concerned about my
appearance than I was… I’ll be talking to my mom and realize she hasn’t heard a
word because she’s studying my face to see if the foundation I’m using is a
good match for my skin tone.”
―
Claire/Mia Fontaine
“I
had no illusions that now, in some final and dramatic flash of revelation, we
would understand one another. We were done. It was a fact of my
life--intractable and sad--that our relationship had been a failure. Still,
with her prognosis came one last chance to be her daughter. [p. 163]”
―
Dani Shapiro, Devotion
“I
prayed for my heart to soften, to forgive her, and love her for what she did
give me--life, great values, a lot of tennis lessons, and the best she could
do. Unfortunately, the best she could do was terrible, thee the Minister of
Silly Walks trying to raise an extremely sensitive young girl, and my heart
remained hardened toward her. [p. 46]”
―
Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith
“Bridget
cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly
forsaking what few precious gifts they would ever get. She cried for Bailey,
for Tibby, for the resolute clump of cells making headway in her uterus, and
for Marly, her poor, sad mother, who'd missed everything.”
―
Ann Brashares, Sisterhood Everlasting
“To
know myself as woman in the image of God to know God as Mother and to know my
own mother as a window into God: these three are inseparable.If one is
implausible to the heart the other two are as well.”
―
Roberta Bondi
“We
stayed all day long. We closed our eyes and paryed, which we had not doen
together in a long time. The nurse came in and out of the room. Everything felt
awful and I wondered why the whole world didn't seem to notice how bad things
really were. I thought of how I'd gotten used to awful, how after my dad died
the planets kept on spinning and I got up and ate breakfast every morning and
kept going to school. Something happens and it's terrible and you think you
can't live another day, but then your mother gets used to it and you get used
to it and you both keep on living, and you're not sure if that getting-used-to-things
is good or the way life should be.”
―
Margaret McMullan, Sources of Light
“The
Valley Weeps
Weep
softly o mother,
the
walls have ears you know...
The
streets are awash o mother!
I
cannot go searching for him any more.
The
streets are awash o mother
with
blood and tears, pellets and screams.
that
silently remain locked in the air,
while
they lock us souless inside.
The
guns are out o mother,
while
our boys go armed with stones,
I
cannot go looking for him o mother,
I
have no courage to face what i will find.
They
fill the air o mother,
The
fragrance of plastic flowers
I
will place them beside your grave
if
i ever do survive,
flowers
that have no soul.
and
would never fade with time,
The
sun shines glorious o mother
The
water sparkles so fine
The
buds are closed in terror
and
birds have gone silent with fear
There
is poison in our heaven o mother
I
dread for what more is in store.
They
came for him o mother,
yesterday
as you slept inside,
He
went marching o mother
with
all the others beside.
I
never told you o mother,
I
do not know if he would ever return.
The
streets are awash o mother!
I
cannot go searching for him any more.
Weep
softly o mother,
the
walls have ears you know...
If
your old blind eyes can see,
You
will want to see again no more.
Our
men have lost their spirit
Our
women have lost their smile,
Our
children have lost their laughter,
The
valley has lost its shine,
Weep
softly O mother
For,
we still have our pride.
17/07/2016”
―
Srividya Srinivasan
“I
WAS NEVER THE SAME AGAIN EVER SINCE SHE PASSED AWAY , MY MOM”
―
Atul Srivastava, Optically Amplified WDM Networks
“I
voted for every woman who has to leave a baby too soon, who has to downgrade
her career, or who is made to feel invisible in her role as a mother.”
―
Erin Passons, The Nasty Women Project: Voices from the Resistance
“In
the back of the fridge I checked out some stewed apples destined to fester. I
examined them closely and reckoned they had only a day to go, even by my
standards. I spooned the apples into tiny bowls, tossed in some dried fruit and
sprinkled them with crumble topping. Delicious, they said that night, scraping
the bowls so clean they hardly needed to go in the dishwasher. The fools.”
―
Helen Brown, After Cleo
“I
get a letter once a week from my mama. She say everything fine at home..
I
write her back too, when I can, but what I'm gonna tell her that won't start
her bawling again? So I just say we is having a nice time and everybody
treating us fine.”
―
Winston Groom, Forrest Gump
“Stanley
forced a smile to his lips at the memory of the onesided romance; it was silly,
after all, a stupid childhood crush. Who’d fall in love with a fictional
character? That was the kind of thing you laughed about as an adult. Or at
least Harriet had thought so. He couldn’t quite do it, though. Couldn’t quite
see it as a joke. It had felt too real, too raw and wild and fierce, for him to
dismiss
it even now. It was love, of a sort, stunted and unformed as it was. For a
time, it had kept him sane.”
―
Amelia Mangan, Release
