My mother 'gave teas' the way other mothers breathed. Her own mother 'gave teas.' All of their friends 'gave teas,' each involving butter cookies extruded from a metal press and pastel bonbons ordered from See's.
Laura Bush has the face of my mother when my mother was young. The face, the body, the voice. The first time I saw on TV Laura Bush, I got frozen because it was as if my mother was not dead. 'Oh, Mama,' I said, 'Mama.'
Mother: Randy? What's wrong? Whatcha cryin' for? Randy: Daddy's gonna kill Ralphie! Mother: No he's not... Randy: Yes he is! Mother: No, I promise, Daddy is not going to kill Ralphie!
I'm a mother myself, and sometimes mothers get a bad rap just because they've tried to do their job. Some people have more of a knack for it than others do, but almost all of it falls to, 'My mother's suffocating me.' Whatever.
My mother had a very difficult childhood, having seen her own mother kill herself. So she didn't always know how to be the nurturing mother that we all expect we should have.
Natural gas is hemispheric. I like to call it hemispheric in nature because it is a product that we can find in our neighborhoods.
All nature's creatures join to express nature's purpose. Somewhere in their mounting and mating, rutting and butting is the very secret of nature itself.
A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.
For now, for this year, I need to be a good mother.
Roberto: Very strange mother, my mother.
When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she'd just make enough for 16 and only serve half.
A mother who is really a mother is never free.
Some believe that art is the imitation of nature; in fact, nature is so sublime that it cannot be imitated. However noble it may be, art cannot perform a single one of the miracles of nature. And besides, why imitate nature when it can be perceived b...
Nature surpasses nurture.
Identifying and overcoming natural fear is one of the pleasing struggles intrinsic to climbing.
A mother's behind sins when it sits down.
A mother's wrath does not survive the night.
Few are like father, no one is like mother.
Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, storm and hail.
Friendship reminds us of fathers, love of mothers.
Every beetle is a gazelle in the eyes of its mother.
