I was really lucky. My gal pal was my mom.
I consider my mom and all my sisters my friends.
I think I'm a really hands-on mom.
It's always been my mom and I against the world.
Sinatra was just one of Mom's friends.
I'm really happy to be a mom, and I'm proud of the phase I'm in.
My mom pushed me to take drama class.
Giving birth was easier than having a tattoo.
I know how to do anything, I'm a mom.
Everything I am is because of my mom.
My mom is not trying to live vicariously through me.
I have gone from one relationship to a marriage and stepchildren.
Expectation is the mother of all frustration.
It's hard to kill that father-son bond.
I lived in the projects and the ghetto, and turned the negative into a positive.
When you are happy for other people's dreams, your dreams start jumping up with joy. Elizabeth was happy with Mary and her dream baby was jumping in her womb crazily for joy!
James - "Are you paying attention or just trying to make me look like an idoit?" Elizabeth - "Oh, I'm definately paying attention. If you look like an idiot it has nothing to do with me.
Feeling like I had to lose you for the second time...” He shook his head, and I thought I saw tears under his eyes. “I don’t think I could bear it. You’re everything to me, Elizabeth.
I need voices of reason and of hysteria and of empathy. I need to have an Alanis moment. I need advice from Elizabeth Bennett. I need Tim Tams and comfort food.
A great lady(Queen Elizabeth )of England , on her dying bed cried out ,"call time again , call time again; a world of wealth for an inch of time !"but time past was never nor could never be recalled.
In his library he had been always sure of leisure and tranquility; and though prepared, as he told Elizabeth, to meet with folly and conceit in every other room in the house, he was used to be free from them there
