It is the fate of the great ones of this earth, to be appreciated only after they are gone.
If God were living on earth, people would break His windows.
There is nothing in the world of art like the songs mother used to sing.
All mothers are rivers and all rivers, mothers.
My mother is the best storyteller. And her mother was too.
I think once you're a mother to one, you're a mother to them all.
I'm not Mother Teresa, but I'm not Charles Manson, either.
I would have gone home to my mother, but I'm not that crazy about my mother.
I think I was raised by a really good mother.
Children are the anchors that hold a mother to life.
I love my mother. I reach out to my mother.
Tell mother, tell mother, I died for my country... useless... useless.
I even thought of adopting a child as a single mother.
I am a single mother - that is the reality.
Let us also acknowledge that the hearts which suffer the most from our wars are those of mothers. Their vital voices have been left out of the political equation for too long. An Iraqi or American mother cries the same as an Israeli or Afghan mother....
That was when I saw their hate come out. They fought on the front lawn. Balloons and my birthday cake stood witness as I watched every regretful blow from my mother. I knew my sister was at war with my mother, but I never knew what her cruelty was ca...
Mother: [singing] Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry / Mother's gonna make all of your nightmares come true / Mother's gonna put all of her fears into you / Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing / She won't let you fly, but she might let ...
No one worries about you like your mother, and when she is gone, the world seems unsafe, things that happen unwieldy. You cannot turn to her anymore, and it changes your life forever. There is no one on earth who knew you from the day you were born; ...
His sixth year, it seemed to him, had lasted a remarkably long time and there were points at which he frankly wondered whether he would ever turn seven. But now it was the night before his birthday, and barring some cosmic disaster, the advent of som...
To no man does the earth mean so much as to the soldier. When he presses himself down upon her long and powerfully, when he buries his face and his limbs deep in her from the fear of death by shell-fire, then she is his only friend, his brother, his ...
Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher. It is the air and light of eve...
