I remember how my mother would bring us to chapel on Sundays... and my father used to wait outside. One of the things that I picked up from my father and my mother was the sense that religion often gets in the way of God. For me, at least, it got in ...
I don't believe in pretending to be someone else. I'm what I actually am in real life. For instance, like any normal girl, I fight with my mother. I mean, it is just fine. In fact, I fight daily with my mother.
My number one inspiration was my mother. She worked two jobs and had breakfast and dinner prepared. I essentially called my mother, The Lion. She's fierce and she's proud. I'd like to think some of that rubbed off on me.
I cried to my mother that I wanted to go to Hebrew school; I wanted Jewish friends. But when my mother took me, the kids there all knew each other, and somehow I was even more of an outcast.
A mother’s love is like an everlasting bed of roses, that continues to blossom. A mother’s love bears strength, comfort, healing and warmth. Her beauty is compared to a sunny day that shines upon each rose petal and inspires hope.
And it came to me, and I knew what I had to have before my soul would rest. I wanted to belong - to belong to my mother. And in return - I wanted my mother to belong to me.
My father's from Australia and my mother was born in India, but she's actually Tibetan. I was born in Katmandu, lived there until I was eight ,and then moved to Australia with my mother and father. So yeah, I'm very mixed up, been to many different s...
Mr. Parker: What is the name of the Lone Ranger's nephew's horse? Mother: Ah... Victor! His name is Victor. Mr. Parker: How the hell did you know that? Mother: Everybody knows that!
Mrs. Kramer, Mitch's Mother: Have you been drinking? Mitch: No [falls on bed and can't even take off both boots] Mrs. Kramer, Mitch's Mother: Are you drunk? Mitch: [clearly drunk] Psshh
The Crowd: The Messiah! The Messiah! Show us the Messiah! Brian's mother: The who? The Crowd: The Messiah! Brian's mother: There's no Messiah in here. There's a mess all right, but no Messiah. Now go away!
Father: What do you think? Should I, should I take Uncle Szymon's portrait? Mother: Take it, don't take it, take what you like! [sigh] Mother: Can't you see I'm worried sick?
The Unmarried Mother: You're not how I imagined you'd look. Jane: Do I know you? The Unmarried Mother: You're beautiful. Someone should have told you that. Jane: Well, you just did.
The Unmarried Mother: You ever hear the expression "a ruined woman"? The Bartender: Of course. The Unmarried Mother: Well, I was as ruined as a woman could be. I was no longer a woman and I did not know how to be a man.
Kitty Fane: [Talking to her mother about marrying Walter] Please, Mother. The idea that any women should marry any Tom, Dick or Harry regardless of her own feelings is simply prehistoric.
Young Tyrone: I told you I would make it Mama. Tyrone's Mother: Oh, you don't have to make anything, my sweet, you just have to love your mother.
Fat Ass: I don't belong here! I want to go home! I want my mother! Another Prisoner: I had your mother, she wasn't that great!
[Miller purposely draws fire] Sergeant Horvath: Captain, if your mother saw you do that, she'd be very upset. Captain Miller: I thought *you* were my mother.
Mother Gothel: [singing] Mother knows best./Take it from your mumsy./On your own you won't survive./Sloppy, underdressed,/Immature, clumsy,/Please!/They'll eat you up alive!
I have pets, but they're the really ordinary sort - yellow Labrador, tabby cat, white rabbit, a few goldfish - that kind of stuff. Nothing very... extravagant or unusual or exotic, but I find, in terms of inspiration, Mother Nature is just it.
I have worked really hard on my game, but I think my mother has been a real pillar of strength. She has prayed a lot, sacrificed a lot for me. You know, she hasn't seen me bat so far. When I am batting, she is praying... mothers are like that, aren't...
My first memory in the world is my gym teacher ripping my mother's necklace off her neck and throwing it out the window and her running downstairs to go after it. I have no memory before that. I was 4. My father had a lot of girlfriends and my mother...
