#her

A mother knows what her child's gone through, even if she didn't see it herself. ↗

— Pramoedya Ananta Toer

#motherhood

A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#motherhood #motherhood

It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache. ↗

— Betty Smith

#motherhood #motherhood

Thus far the mighty mystery of motherhood is this: How is it that doing it all feels like nothing is ever getting done. ↗

— Rebecca Woolf

#motherhood

Being a mother is like trying to hold a wolf by the ears,” Gram said. “If you have three or four –or more – chickabiddies, you’re dancing on a hot griddle all the time. You don’t have time to think about anything else. And if you’ve only got one or two, it’s almost harder. You have room left over – empty spaces that you think you’ve got to fill up. ↗

— Sharon Creech

#motherhood

Have you any idea how many children it takes to turn off one light in the kitchen Three. It takes one to say What light and two more to say I didn't turn it on. ↗

— Erma Bombeck

#motherhood

Rita looked as though she would have liked nothing better than to seize the paper umbrella sticking out of Hermione's drink and thrust it up her nose. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#hermione-granger #rita-skeeter #drinking

We are more than role models for our students; we are leaders and teachers of both an academic curriculum and a social curriculum. ↗

— Patricia Sequeira Belvel

#teachers #teaching #strategy

The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, 'Let me in - let me in!' 'Who are you?' I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. 'Catherine Linton,' it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of LINTON? I had read EARNSHAW twenty times for Linton) - 'I'm come home: I'd lost my way on the moor!' As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#wuthering-heights #melancholy

Too lazy to be ambitious, I let the world take care of itself. Ten days' worth of rice in my bag; a bundle of twigs by the fireplace. Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment? Listening to the night rain on my roof, I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out. ↗

— Ryokan

#buddhist #hermit #japan #japanese #monk