“The beauty of the sea is that it never shows any weakness and never tires of the countless souls that unleash their broken voices into its secret depths.”

“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.”

“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.”

“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 todismiss it even now. It was love, of a sort, stunted and unformed as it was. For a time, it had kept him sane.”

“We have to do it for my mum’s sake. Because I’m hoping that the last sorry will be to her.”

“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.”

“An action is the mother of all creation and the only way to succeed.”

“When you are in trouble, the first thing you remember is your angel mother.”

“My mother was an angel of light, love, and compassion.”

“A wise woman judges the world with her love. She is always in love like a mother. She can never do wrong.”

“My mother is my friendWho shares with me her breadAll my hopelessness cured!Her company makes me secured!”

“I loved my mother too,’ I said. ‘I still do. That’s the thing – it never goes away, even if the person does.”

“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.”

“There are women who gave birth to children & today are fighting or competing with those children.There are women who trade their children for plate of meal ,a roof over their heads or bottle of alcohol.There are women who gave birth to children & run away from them with new boyfriend,Somewant to enjoy life, but their children get in the way.There are women who are suppose to be step moms, but instead they are devil in the childrens life .They come between the children and father and caused more separation, hate and confusion .There are women who gave birth to children , yet they dont know where are their children today .To all women who are raising children with love, even if its not their own.Every female can be a women , but it takes a lot to be a mother.Happy Mothers Day.”