Motherhood Quotes - Page 6

I remember the sift that occurred after Abby was born - there'd been the great big before, where dying grandparents and natural disasters on the news were sad but mostly distant concerns. But then I became a mother, and when that happens, you cross a line that makes all loss a crushing, personal matter.

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.

Out of all the things I do, I think being a mom is the most important and satisfying.

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

It's the curse of motherhood. You're required to love us even when we vex you.

For a child, it is in the simplicity of play that the complexity of life is sorted like puzzle pieces joined together to make sense of the world.

Vous travaillez pour l'armee, madame?' (You are working for the army?), a Frenchwoman said to me early in the Vietnam war, on hearing I had three sons.

A mother only does her children harm if she makes them the only concern of her life.

It would seem that something which means poverty, disorder, and violence every single day should be avoided entirely, but the desire to beget children is a natural urge.

Yes it's true, you wake the child inside of you up because you're a Mom!

Women do desperately need models for power other than the maternal.

Let the voices of all mothers be heard, as we come to honor the gift of Motherhood.

Let us acknowledge the magnitude of Motherhood, by simply honoring all mothers - past & present.

guilt to motherhood is like grapes to wine

She had had her momentary flowering, a year, perhaps, of wildrose beauty, and then she had suddenly swollen like a fertilized fruit and grown hard and red and coarse, and then her life had been laundering, scrubbing, laundering, first for children, then for grandchildren, over thirty years. At the end of it she was still singing.

The greatest investment you can do in your life is in gaining time.

What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins into, crude diagrams. We deny them an existence of their own, we make them up to suit ourselves - our own hungers, our own wishes, our own deficiencies.

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

The professor leaned forward. “But there’s nothing more profound than creating something out of nothing.” Her lovely face turned fierce. “Think about it Cath. That’s what makes a god - or a mother. There’s nothing more intoxicating than creating something from nothing. Creating something from yourself.