Mother Quotes - Page 7

You and I. Hand in hand. An endless story of love. A love that grew in me for 9 months and only grows bigger each day.

You and I. Hand in hand. An endless journey. Countless steps. One destination - your happiness.

You and I. Hand in hand. My heart and blood. I'll share it all - take it - my whole life is you.

I left a note for my mother. I always leave a note for my mother when I am on a case.

It's a mother's greatest privilege to give birth, to raise a child. But a woman's greatest honor is to look at her son with pride and know that she's helped him become a man.

It's been said that parents should give their children roots and wings. That was a perfect description of my parents. Even in a wheelchair, my father was a dreamer with his head in the clouds and my mother was the roots with both feet planted firmly on terra quaking firma.

Pride is one of the seven deadly sins; but it cannot be the pride of a mother in her children, for that is a compound of two cardinal virtues - faith and hope.

At a certain point in her life, she realises it is not so much that she wants to have a child as that she does not want not to have a child, or not to have had a child.

A mother is a child's first looking glass into the world.

Judith Rey watches the young woman. Once upon a time, I had a baby daughter. I dressed her in frilly frocks, enrolled her for ballet classes, and sent her to horse-riding camp five summers in a row. But look at her. She turned into Lester anyway. She kisses Luisa’s forehead. Luisa frowns, suspiciously, like a teenager. “What?

If you would have a boy to despise his mother, let her keep him at home, and spend her life in petting him up, and slaving to indulge his follies and caprices.

You just stood up to your mother.... I should think now you could take on the world.

Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.

Behind every successful man is a woman but few of us realize that behind most successful women is a man too; her father.

Kodachrome...
it gives us those nice, bright colors,
gives us the greens of summers,
makes ya think all the world's a sunny day,
Oh yeah!
I've got a Nikon camera,
I'd love to take a photograph,
so mama don't take...
my Kodachrome away...

My mother, my psychiatrist and an assortment of sedatives eventually convinced me I was delusional.

Inside my house, nobody was home, except everybody, but it was easy to feel like those were one and the same.

I am, for the most part, who I am because my good mother was who she was.

But will you not have a house to care for? Meals to cook? Children whining for this or that? Will you have time for the work?" "I'll make time," I promised. "The house will not always be so clean, the cooking may be a little hasty, and the whining children will sit on my lap and I'll sing to them while I work.