The only love that I really believe in is a mother’s love for her children.
I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
It was full of wounding remarks rather brilliantly said, perhaps said for the sheer virtuosity of giving pain neatly. Each of its phrases found its way through the eyes of the Marquesa, then, carefully wrapped in understanding and forgiveness, it sank into her heart.
I'm going to be a person who writes stories.
I never told mom and dad how much I loved them.
I wanna be someone who can tell a lot of people how much I love them.
Leave your mark on the world by leaving behind a child who grows up to love and serve the Lord.
The morning was brisk and the coffee was hot and roasted with little gurgles in the room. Rosie hadn’t moved, but she let out a tiny snore every now and again that made everything perfect.
So, a word to all you Femin-Idi-Amins: Stop “liberating” moms by trying to
make them join the workforce. They’re already doing the job that God put
them here to do: Everything.
American culture at large has failed working mothers.
A brilliant idea is like a baby in a mothers womb.
You need to bring it out in the world, nurture it, feed it, grow it, till it becomes big enough to take care of itself.
If you leave it at the stage of an idea itself, it is as good as non existent.
Xavier stares past her with watery eyes. 'Why does the world feel the need to drop its weight upon my shoulders?' he barely whispers. His mother strokes his hair.
'Maybe it believes you can handle it,' she tells him. 'That though it is heavy, you are strong enough to carry it.
The only person can love you in the world is Your mother (real)
She forgets with in seconds the bad behavior you did wtih her, she comes backs again with love!
The Simple Path
Silence is Prayer
Prayer is Faith
Faith is Love
Love is Service
The Fruit of Service is Peace
What's your heart telling you to do?
I don't know.'
Maybe, you're trying too hard to hear it.
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.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
No man is poor who has a Godly mother.
one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.
I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out.
I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room
There were times Ruma felt closer to her mother in death than she had in life, an intimacy born simply of thinking of her so often, of missing her. But she knew that this was an illusion, a mirage, and that the distance between them was now infinite, unyielding.
I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.
No matter how much he talked, she never answered him, but he knew she was still there. He knew it was like the soldiers he had read about. They would have an arm or a leg blown off, and for days, even weeks after it happened, they could still feel the arm itching, the leg itching, the mother calling.
I loved my mother too,' I said. 'I still do. That's the thing - it never goes away, even if the person does.
Mama said it's probably because of Suzanne, and that you are never the same after a child dies. That made me wonder what she was like before Clover died, because I don't think I really knew my own mother until I had children, and if she was different before, I don't remember.
May each of us remember this truth; 'one cannot forget mother and remember God. One cannot remember mother and forget God.' Why? Because these two sacred persons, God and mother, partners in creation, in love, in sacrifice, in service, are as one.
There is no one who takes care of us as lovingly as our mother does. She is our living God.
I love God, Jesus Christ, my three children, mother, father, brother, sisters, family in general, my pets, my students, and true friends.
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.
My parents raised me that you never ask people about their reproductive plans. “You don’t know their situation,” my mom would say. I considered it such an impolite question that for years I didn’t even ask myself. Thirty-five turned into forty faster than McDonald’s food turns into cold nonfood.
That night, when the creature sleeps, when he sleeps, the mother escapes into her daughters’ room. She tells her daughter that the creature’s afraid of her having too much love, too much heart. She takes a tube of lipstick and drags it across her finger like a knife, marking it across her daughter’s cheeks, red, blood, war paint.
With red clay between my toes,
and the sun setting over my head,
the ghost of my mother blows in,
riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,
riding on a honeysuckle breeze.
No matter how knowledgeable you are, respect your parents for their experience and your children for their curiosity.
What do we know of our mothers? I thought I knew her. But I'd seen her as a child sees a good mother-pure, transparent, incapable of deception.
Even more than the time when she gave birth, a mother feels her greatest joy when she hears others refer to her son as a wise learned one.
Every child gets a good mother, but not every mother gets a good child.
The circumstances surrounding your birth are not as important as the opportunity to live life.
You don't need to be primary caregiver of your children to be of primary influence in their lives. What you do for them behind the scenes in your own unique way is what makes the true difference in the long run.
No role brings greater joy or blessing than being a parent.
My mother was an avid reader...She loved books about romance. Books that took place in faraway places and times. Stories with costumes...
Come on, let’s go meet the guy who thinks he’s my better half . And dear God, I apologize ahead of time if he starts talking to you about how many eight-point bucks he’s planning to hunt this weekend.
Time is the mother of all secrets.
Time is the mother of everything.
Time is the mother of all infinities.
Time is the mother of infinite dimensions.
I’m just a girl, Mom.”
“You are a woman, Andria. You are wise. You are gentle. You are bold. You are both a guiding light and a source of raging fire. That is what women are. How is our kingdom supposed to understand that, before you do?
Son, my dad said, every man needs a bitter, resentful woman in his life. Because there's nothing more touching to a mother's heart than to know that her son thinks of her constantly.
A woman's endurance enabled your first breath.
Di dunia ini ibulah yang paling kuat.
Think twice before you pull your trouser and rape a woman; she may be your mother, sister or friend, and you know the consequences that follows.
A mothers greatest joy in having a child is to give that child fully and freely to God.
God begins molding a mother after His own heart on the inside-in the inner woman and her heart-and then works outward.
...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them.
You may have tangible wealth untold; caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be. I had a mother who read to me.
I couldn't imagine owning beauty like my mothers. I wouldn't dare.
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.
Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.
Whoever is messing with my daughter, messing with my home, will be sorry they chose to play this game. I’ll be screaming checkmate before they even realise I moved my pawns…
You think your children are better than mine? Ha! When yours were out playing with gold, mine were out fighting for survival. You taught your children to roll in money when I taught mine what it means to be strong.
The lights flickered, the pain went away, and her mother was holding her, singing ‘Sleep sweet sleep’. (The Children of Ankh series) Kim Cormack
She wanted to eat my heart and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her knees and give birth from it, she wanted to hurt me as only a child can be hurt by its mother.
She also understood there was a hole in her heart where her son should be, that she was a wicked, selfish woman for wishing him back.
Do not forget to put it here where it never gets lost,”
his mother said, pointing to his heart.
A godly mother loves God with all her heart, soul, mind, and strength, and teaches her children to do the same.
It's just hard now because... you're jealous. But your heart is so generous and warm, it will melt the bad feelings away." I am 100 percent positive that my mom is the wisest mother in the world.
His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynch's dreams, and his mother was just another one of them
We only have babies when we’re young enough not to know how grim life turns out.
I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask,
Mother, what was war?
I'm trying to tell him everything will be all right, but how can I say it with a straight face? My son's no idiot. He knows when I'm lying.
The medicine won't taste bad.
The bath is not hot.
Daddy will be safe.
Lies.
At eight, he had once told his mother that he wanted to paint air.
To your parents you are still that innocent baby, and sometimes even you will need your father's hand and your mother's lap.
People who lost their mother should be careful about committing crime, because probably no one else is praying to save you.
The reason why women think men should spend a lot of money on an engagement ring is because women are the ones who get to clean up all the poop (stains and toilet bowl swirls included) that is provided by every family member living in the house until they die.
The strange fact that out of millions of people in the world, your mother and father met and decided to get married to each other. And out of the millions of sperm, that the one with your genes was the one that made it to the egg and fertilised the egg. I'll never forget it.
I believe that. All divorce does is divert you, taking you away from everything you thought you knew and everything you thought u wanted and steering you into all kinds of other stuff, like discussions about your mother's girdle and whether she should marry someone else.
A loving mother makes sacrifices for peace and laughter to reign in her home and family.
Motherhood is a blissful chain...I have a mother - my precious gift...I am a mother - the best of my kind!
A true mother is known for her compassion, love and passion; she is everly dedicated to her calling.
A wholesome mother knows the software to delete, download, upgrade and upload for the best results.
A wise mother is the unifying force between father and children; her seed of love produces a harvest of trust.
A praying mother symbolizes grace, strength and wisdom; she is an icon of productivity and ingenuity.
A Godly mother`s seed of faith yields a bounty of faithfulness.
An industrious mother is an initiator of a good course; always charting new course for her loved ones.
A virtuous mother sows and sows seeds of greatness with great life in mind.
An excellent mother knows she has the beautiful life, and she is a big time programmer.
A mother`s job is not complete till she has taught and imbibed God`s Words, and principles into her kids.
A mother has the best of all smiles; she is a wonderful friend, lover and adviser.
Chip, I know you don't understand this, but I'd take it as a personal favor if you'd stop trying to marry your mother off to my brothers.
The children we bring into the world are small replicas of ourselves and our husbands; the pride and joy of grandfathers and grandmothers. We dream of being mothers, and for most of us that dreams are realised naturally. For this is the Miracle of Life.
You can't love your mother or father if you don't also have the capacity to grieve their deaths and, perhaps even more so, grieve parts of their lives.
Pain cannot be ignored. However, it can be endured. When necessary, a great deal of pain can be endured. Just ask my mother.
She knew nothing of the massacre that went on around her, but when she released the wail of a broken hearted mother, one man heard her. The one who took her son's life.
The sciences are not sectarian. People do not persecute each other on account of disagreements in mathematics. Families are not divided about botany, and astronomy does not even tend to make a man hate his father and mother. It is what people do not know, that they persecute each other about. Science will bring, not a sword, but peace.
Maybe it's just a daughter's job to piss off her mother.
How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?
Mothers are inscrutable beings to their sons, always. ("The Higgler")
Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?" Pointing to his disciples, he said, "Here are my mother and my brothers... (Matthew 12:48)
Don't you kids get any ideas about dragging a trailer into the backyard. after you graduate from high school, i don't want to see you again.
I've no need for a limited chimney when am feeling the warmth of the motherly sun.
Let's accept it that we remember people only when we have some work and only our Mother remembers us and calls us for no reason, just to know how we are doing!
Under her thick pancake makeup, her skin had been pockmarked, but he would stare at her adoringly from his cot at night and imagine her scars were constellations, a secret map to a far-off, happy place.
She who has the excellence of home virtues, and can expend within the means of her husband, is a help in the domestic state
If you remember yourself, you will remember me. I am always a part of you. I am your mother.