#daughter

This morning, I went to wipe my hands on a tea towel, and while I was using it, it seemed like it felt a bit light. I unfolded it and realized my daughter had cut little bits out of it to make frocks for her dolls! ↗

— Emma Thompson

#bits #cut #daughter #dolls #felt

My daughter is a good, caring, compassionate person. To me that's the true meaning of success, even though the marriages didn't work out. My success with my daughter is all that matters. ↗

— Charlene Tilton

#compassionate #daughter #even #good #marriages

I keep seeing myself in my daughter, and I see my mother in me and in her. Bloody hell. ↗

— Julie Walters

#daughter #hell #her #i #i see

Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things. ↗

— Izaak Walton

#god #men #sons #things #words

It's hard to think of yourself as a brand, especially when I have four daughters who kick my butt early in the morning every day before I go to work. ↗

— Harvey Weinstein

#brand #daughters #day #early #especially

My mother has always loved piano music and hungered to play. When she was in her early sixties, she retired from her job as a computer programmer so that she could devote herself more fully to the piano. As she had done with her dog obsession, she took her piano education to an extreme. She bought not one, not two, but three pianos. One was the beautiful Steinway B, a small grand piano she purchased with a modest inheritance left by a friend of her parents’. She photocopied all of her music in a larger size so she could see it better and mounted it on manila folders. She practiced for several hours every day. When she wasn’t practicing the piano she was talking about the piano. I love pianos, too, and wrote an entire book about the life of one piano, a Steinway owned by the renowned pianist Glenn Gould. And I shared my mother’s love for her piano. During phone conversations, I listened raptly as she told me about the instrument’s cross-country adventures. Before bringing the Steinway north, my mother had mentioned that she was considering selling it. I was surprised, but instead of reminding her that, last I knew, she was setting it aside for me, I said nothing, unable to utter the simple words, “But, Mom, don’t you remember your promise?” If I did, it would be a way of asking for something, and asking my mother for something was always dangerous because of the risk of disappointment. ↗

— Katie Hafner

#memoir #mother #beauty

wisdom is like a bottomless pond. You throw stones in and they sink into darkness and dissolve. Her eyes looking back do not reflect anything. I think this to myself even though I love my daughter. She and I have shared the same body. There is a part of her mind that is a part of mine. But when she was born she sprang from me like a slippery fish, and has been swimming away ever since. All her life, I have watched her as though from another shore. ↗

— Amy Tan

#mother #relationship #life

When I was ten all I knew was that I hated the weird words used to describe whatever it was that was wrong with my brother—to this day I think it all happened because he was overtaken by evil spirits that got loose in that haunted house ride at the carnival that summer. It’s easier for me to make sense of it that way than it is for me to face the other way—reality. And yet, those evil spirits that were unleashed—be they fake entities from a stupid carnival ride, or cruel malevolencies from dark spiritual chasms of our universe—have stayed with me all these years ↗

— Tim Cummings

#afterlife #astrology #brothers #children-of-celebrities #class-struggle

All I know is that I carried you for nine months. I fed you, I clothed you, I paid for your college education. Friending me on Facebook seems like a small thing to ask in return. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#mothers-and-daughters #education

I love to read about healthy eating and preach to my husband, who doesn't listen. Now I'm trying to teach it to my daughters. ↗

— Martina McBride

#daughters #eating #healthy #husband #i