What do you think was the first sound to become a word, a meaning?... I imagined two people without words, unable to speak to each other. I imagined the need: The color of the sky that meant 'storm.' The smell of fire taht meant 'Flee.' The sound of ...
So I have. Let me hold the baby, Scarlett. Oh, I know how to hold babies. I have many strange accomplishments. Well, he certainly looks like Frank. All except the whiskers, but give him time.” “I hope not. It’s a girl.
There are legions of us, I realized. The mothers who have broken babies, and spend the rest of our lives wondering if we should have spared them. And the mothers who have let their broken babies go, who look at our children and see instead the faces ...
The TiVo is really an amazing machine. Like everyone who has one, I totally recommend it. Just as everyone who's married will tell you to get married, and everyone who has a baby tells you to have a baby, everyone who owns a TiVo will tell you to get...
Time plays tricks on mothers. It teases you with breaks and brief caesuras, only to skip wildly forward, bringing breathtaking changes to your baby's body. Only he wasn't a baby anymore, and how often did I have to learn that? The lessons were painfu...
I shiver and Tom wakes. It's light enough to see his eyes open. "Are you cold?" he says. "Baby, are you cold?" He turns so that his arms are around me again. Baby, are cold?-and the ball of hurt inside me swells.
He did not recognize himself either. He was a totally new being, bald, covered with grease and blood, pink and blue eyed: he was his own baby...He was a great fat chuckling baby, and he shat and peed in his filthy trousers and kept driving.
I hope someday she meets just the right man and has babies - a whole passel of babies, more than I could have - so she understands how it kills me now that she won't let me hug her when she's in obvious distress. (The Life You've Imagined)
When I was younger, I used to look at movie stars with pencil-thin noses and think about a nose job. I've got a grown-up baby nose; it's not chiseled and structured. Then I saw how beautiful Audrey Tatou was in 'Amelie' and thought, 'She's got a nose...
I gave you my heart You were asking for more You left me like a looser Baby by the shore Love don’t live here any more It’s a cold night I’m freezing to death I’m feeling like a looser baby Time to confess Love don’t live here any more
It's not difficult to take care of a child; it's difficult to do anything else while taking care of a child. Trying to clean up the kitchen after you've had a baby is a nightmare because you have to wait for the baby to be asleep, you're exhausted, a...
Interrogating Officer: Now, you're at the quarry the other night, right? And you have no idea that this is a setup? You're baffled. Right? Patrick Kenzie: [smiling] No, because, strange as it might seem, I believe the police when they tell me somethi...
Jane: It's just that nosy Mrs. Bates going on about your picture last night. Blanche: Oh, really, did she like it? Jane: [imitating Blanche's voice] Oh, really, did she like it?... She liked it!
Blanche: [Upon hanging up the phone after discovering Jane is right behind her] That... that was... Jane: I know who it was! Blanche: No, Jane, it really was! Jane: And I know what you're trying to do! Blanche: I... I'm not trying to do anything, hon...
[David and Susan have just discovered that Baby is missing] David Huxley: Now don't lose your head, Susan. Susan Vance: My what? David Huxley: Don't lose your head! Susan Vance: I've got my head, I've lost my leopard!
If men had to have babies, they would only ever have one each.
A baby's cry is precisely as serious as it sounds.
My body is a baby machine.
Once I told Ha�anala about the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. . . . I told her how Abraham bargained with God for the lives of ten righteous men who might have lived there. She said to me, �Abraham should have taken the babies from the cities. The...
What do you mean, blindly? That baby is a very sentient creature… That baby sees the world with a completeness that you and I will never know again. His doors of perception have not yet been closed. He still experiences the moment he lives in.
How have you always felt?” he wondered. “Loved.” Her eyes opened and met his. “Wanted, happy, excited. A little sad.” He felt himself stiffen. “Why sad?” “Because it always feels like one lifetime with you just isn’t enough.
