Mothers can forgive anything! Tell me all, and be sure that I will never let you go, though the whole world should turn from you.
Dan clung to her in speechless gratitude, feeling the blessedness of mother love, — that divine gift which comforts, purifies, and strengthens all who seek it.
Southerners have mastered picking, choosing, and rationalizing religious texts to fit their social agenda better than their own mother’s fried chicken recipe.
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be.
My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove, you always know who to turn to. That being a family isn't a social construct but an instinct.
The Devil can quote scripture, after all. And monsters can say "please" and "thank you" same as any mother's son.
She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d'Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.
My mother was a good Catholic -- she went to mass twice a week at St. Mary's in Richmond, but my father was an Orthodox Eclectic.
Her mother always told her, “If he hits you, then you leave,” but Jack had never hit her, not with his fists.
Without death, life would have no boundaries and our days would not be so precious. My mother was a firm believer in the common sense of nature.
Be a hard worker. Work and happiness are like mother and daughter. Work brings forth happiness. Hard work brings great happiness. Enjoy life.
How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?
I doubt you would recognize an adventure of any sort if it came right up and bit you on the a--- Mother! I was going to say arm.
My mother always says people should be able to take care of themselves, even if they're rich and important.
So the I.F. is spying on Earth." "Just as a mother spies on her children at play in the yard." "Good to know you're looking out for us, Mummy.
For all the ghosts and corpses that shall never know the breath of our children so long for the sacrifice and endurance of our mothers and the sustained breath of our fathers we live
To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost.
Dwarf mothers didn’t handicap their young by teaching them to be polite. My neighbors were as short on manners as they were on stature.
Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.
Mother is fading for him, her face receding into shadows, her memory diminishing with each passing day, leaking like sand from a fist.
Reason number 106 why dogs are smarter than humans: once you leave the litter, you sever contact with your mothers.
