Browsing Topic Best Mother Quotes

The legs that I have made are far more perfect than the ones nature would have given me – my mother’s side of the family have awful legs.

To save a man and thereby to spare a father’s agony and a mother’s feelings is not to do a noble deed, it is but an act of humanity.

my mother was taught the ch’an concept of happiness, which was to find satisfaction in small things. i was taught to appreciate the fresh air in the morning, the colour of leaves turning red in autumn and the water’s smoothness when i soaked my hands in the basin.

And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter… Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold… that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle.

Birth is about making mothers… strong, competent, capable mothers who trust themselves and know their inner strength

Birth is not only about making babies. Birth is about making mothers.

My mother always accused me of being in love with the sound of my own voice. When we went on road trips, she’d be like, ‘Stop singing. Be quiet, you’re talking just to hear yourself speak.’ It was probably true. I like to ramble on, which is probably why I’m well suited to interviews. You know, there’s no other forum where you’re literally supposed to sit down and just talk for hours about yourself. I love it.

I could get away with not taking care of myself as a bachelorette but as a mom I can’t.

I shall spend every moment loving. One who loves does not notice her trials; or perhaps more accurately, she is able to love them. I shall do everything for Heaven, my true home. There I shall find my Mother in all the splendor of her glory. I shall delight with her in the joy of Jesus himself in perfect safety.

I think Desperate Housewives is a pretty good show, I watch it, I like it and I don’t love reality tv that much. I do watch some, I’ve got three daughters so we’ll watch the good stuff, the fun stuff.

Just as a mother finds pleasure in taking her little child on her lap, there to feed and caress him, in like manner our loving God shows His fondness for His beloved souls who have given themselves entirely to Him and have placed all their hope in His goodness.

People are disturbed enough by serial killers, but the whole notion of female violence, particularly maternal violence – the idea of mothers who kill – really unnerves people.

Identity politics is the mother’s milk of the Democratic Left.

Mama, you taught me to do the right things / So now you have to let your baby fly / You’ve given me everything that I will need / To make it through this crazy thing called life

In one family, all goes by two and two. If a member of it has any interest, he or she will confide it to some one other; but the rest know nothing. In another family, all feel what touches one; nothing is kept dark from the father and mother, brothers and sisters–all share. This family habit is by far the better, it strengthens the tie between the members, and makes the home one home.

During my incarceration Mother visited me. She had in some way managed to leave the workhouse and was making an effort to establish a home for us. Her presence was like a bouquet of flowers; she looked so fresh and lovely that I felt ashamed of my unkempt appearance and my shaved iodined head.’You must excuse his dirty face,’ said the nurse.Mother laughed, and how well I remember her endearing words as she hugged and kissed me: ‘With all thy dirt I love thee still.

I’ve an enormous respect for my mother who at the age of 39 raised three children, and I grew up with my grandmother in the household. And so it was a really strong household of women – my poor brother! It was great growing up with so many generations of women.

A good wife is one who serves her husband in the morning like a mother does, loves him in the day like a sister does and pleases him like a prostitute in the night.

It seems to me that my mother was the most splendid woman I ever knew… I have met a lot of people knocking around the world since, but I have never met a more thoroughly refined woman than my mother. If I have amounted to anything, it will be due to her.

A baby nursing at a mother’s breast… is an undeniable affirmation of our rootedness in nature.

Women have always been the strong ones of the world. The men are always seeking from women a little pillow to put their heads down on. They are always longing for the mother who held them as infants.

Nature seemed to me benign and good; I thought she loved me, outcast as I was; and I, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness. To-night at least, I would be her guest-as I was her child; my mother would lodge me without money and without price.

I eat like a horse – my mother still brings me Cadbury’s chocolate from Britain; I do have a very healthy appetite – but I work out.

I bought my daughter a Chihuahua and I fell in love with it. So now I carry Coco around with me all the time.

The man who is fortunate in his choice of son-in-law gains a son; the man unfortunate in his choice loses his daughter also.

The term ‘working mother’ is redundant.

[On not reading newspapers:] If something important happens, your mother calls you.

I would rather be the child of a mother who has all the inner conflicts of the human being than be mothered by someone for whom all is easy and smooth, who knows all the answers, and is a stranger to doubt.

When your mother asks, ‘Do you want a piece of advice?’ it is a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.

Just got back from a pleasure trip: I took my mother-in-law to the airport.

I do not like broccoli. And I haven’t liked it since I was a little kid and my mother made me eat it. And I’m President of the United States and I’m not going to eat any more broccoli.

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

Celia, wait, Marco says, standing but not moving closer to her. You are breaking my heart. You told me once that I reminded you of your father. That you never wanted to suffer the way your mother did for him, but you are doing exactly that to me. You keep leaving me. You leave me longing for you again and again when I would give anything for you to stay, and it is killing me. It has to kill one of us, Celia says quietly.

I have a lot of respect for my birth mother I know she must have had a lot of love for me to want to give what she felt was a better chance.

I married your mother because I wanted children, imagine my disappointment when you came along.