#aught

One thing all stage mothers share is an overpowering ambition for their daughters. ↗

— Lawrence Welk

#daughters #mothers #one thing #overpowering #share

Mom lies down next to me and we both stare at the ceiling in complete silence. “Boys are like candy,” she suddenly says. I grin. “Really, Mom? That’s your advice? Boys are like candy. What is that? Forrest Gump on teens? ↗

— Rucy Ban

#daughter #funny-humor #inspirational #mother #teenage-love

I have two lovely parents who support everything I do, two siblings, and three beautiful nieces. My house is always filled with laughter and fun! ↗

— Ariel Winter

#beautiful #everything #filled #fun #house

Honest good humor is the oil and wine of a merry meeting, and there is no jovial companionship equal to that where the jokes are rather small and laughter abundant. ↗

— Washington Irving

#companionship #equal #good #honest #humor

So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. ↗

— Molly Ivins

#forget #forth #freedom #fun #have fun

The greatest compliment a writer can be given is that a story and character hold a reader spellbound. I'm caught up in the story writing and I miss a good deal of sleep thinking about it and working out the plot points. ↗

— Iris Johansen

#caught #character #compliment #deal #given

I've had women tell me that when their daughters see them taking care of themselves, and being defined from within, and thinking for themselves instead of thinking about that silly culture out there, it's powerful modeling. ↗

— Naomi Judd

#being #care #culture #daughters #defined

It is true that I have known Straussians almost all my life. And the one thing I was taught about them from the earliest age is that they are wrong. ↗

— Robert Kagan

#age #almost #earliest #i #known

Dawn cackles as she guides me through the all-glass porch. Thinner, paler Reina shuffles about behind Dawn, watching as I slip my boots off. Although she tries to hide her hands, her fingers flicker nervously. I place my boots neatly on the floor of the porch beside the other pairs in the shadows under the coats. Music drifts through to us from a distant room – it’s the Beach Boys’ California Dreamin’. Dawn looks at me and I smile – they’ve put the record on for me. Dawn nods along happily. ‘Hear you’re a surfer boy!’ she says and she mimics riding a wave. ↗

— Amaya Ellman

#dark #dysfunctional-family #fear-and-suspense #fiction #psychological

Epitaph for a dead waiter - God finally caught his eye. ↗

— George S. Kaufman

#dead #epitaph #eye #finally #god