#aught

In 1947 I married Rowena Palmer, and we have two daughters, Alison and Claire, and a son, John. ↗

— Martin Ryle

#claire #daughters #i #john #married

I have done everything I can to make sure my daughter knows her father because you form your own identity by rebelling against your parents - but first you have to know them. ↗

— Greta Scacchi

#because #daughter #done #everything #father

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die. ↗

— Karl Shapiro

#blow #chart #die #eyes #face

My experiences have taught me a lot and I'm happy with my learnings, if not with what I went through to learn. ↗

— Ally Sheedy

#experiences #happy #i #learn #lot

I think I'm going to have to live vicariously through my daughter's rebellion because I certainly never did go through adolescence. ↗

— Brooke Shields

#adolescence #because #certainly #daughter #did

It's natural to feel jittery around new people. But sometimes you can get over your jitters if you make a joke. So when the Swedish housekeeper brought her breakfast on a tray, Charity said something cheeky about eating Lady Margaret out of house and home. But the big red-faced woman took no notice at all. So then Charity had to look totally relaxed and unconcerned as she enjoyed her breakfast in bed, which was easy enough after the first bite. The spooky Swedish housekeeper really was a fabulous cook. And Charity believed believed in looking for the best in people. ↗

— Elizabeth Jane Howard

#nervous-laughter #home

I didn't get to grow up and pull away from her and bitch about her with my friends and confront her about the things I'd wished she'd done differently and then get older and understand that she had done the best she could and realize that what she had done was pretty damn good and take her fully back into my arms again. Her death had obliterated that. It had obliterated me. It had cut me short at the very heigh of my youthful arrogance. It had forced me to instantly grow up and forgive her every motherly fault at the same time that it kept me forever a child, my life both ended and begun in that premature place where we'd left off. She was my mother, but I was motherless. I was trapped by her, but utterly alone. She would always be the empty bowl that no one could full. I'd have to fill it myself again and again and again. ↗

— Cheryl Strayed

#anger-at-losing-a-mother #grieving-the-loss-of-a-mother #loosing-your-mother-too-young #losing-a-mother #anger

Since I’ve been home I’ve been trying hard to mend my relationship with my mother. Asking her to do things for me instead of brushing aside any offer of help, as I did for years out of anger. Letting her handle all the money I won. Returning her hugs instead of tolerating them. My time in the arena made me realize how I needed to stop punishing her for something she couldn’t help, specifically the crushing depression she fell into after my father’s death. Because sometimes things happen to people and they’re not equipped to deal with them. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#loss #mother-daughter #anger

You're so beautiful," said Alice. "I'm afraid of looking at you and not knowing who you are." "I think that even if you don't know who I am someday, you'll still know that I love you." "What if I see you, and I don't know that you're my daughter, and I don't know that you love me?" "Then, I'll tell you that I do, and you'll believe me. ↗

— Lisa Genova

#early-onset-alzheimer-s #mother-daughter #women #beauty

If a rainbow makes a sound, or a flower as it grows, that was the sound of her laughter. ↗

— Wm. Paul Young

#laughter #love #beauty