All Quotes By Tag: Mother

“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.”

“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. ”

“She is a mother.When you look at her, you see the purest love of all. That love gives her away. That kind of love only mothers radiate.”

“Always, always, always love your mother.No one else will ever love you like she does.”

“Sticks and stones may break bones, but words can shatter souls. Choose carefully the words you say to others. Choose wisely the words you say to yourself. Words have a way of becoming truths we believe about ourselves. And what we believe, we become.”

“The kids just got back from camp. After four days, it’s great to have them home. I find myself staring at my wife and how she interacts with them. Spoils them. As if she’s making up lost time. I don’t know how else to say it, but that shit is hot.”

“There are times when a time from my childhood comes to me, swirls around me, teases me as I try to catch the memory in my hands, as I try to catch the scents, the sounds, the warmth of the sun on my young face. In bare feet, I reach for it, the memory that is. I reach for summer nights, playing chase, reach across a thousand miles to the comfort of my father’s voice, to the rush of heat when my mother opens the oven to check on the baking, reach toward the rush of laughter, toward home, toward the glory days of my youth. The only way to catch an elusive memory is to open my heart and swallow it whole. When I die, I’ll be stuffed full of memories, too many to fit into a casket.”

“I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room”

“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.”