#moth

Technology is a gift of God. After the gift of life it is perhaps the greatest of God's gifts. It is the mother of civilizations, of arts and of sciences. ↗

— Freeman Dyson

#after #arts #civilizations #gift #gifts

in all the years i had blundered along in search of my own footing, she had never given me an inkling of this wish. unburdened by the demands of history or anyone else's dreams, i had wandered toward and finally reached a world far outside the plains i loved and loathed. my mother had neither begrudged me this journey nor expected it, certain that i had to make my own way. but she packed my toolbox with her great wit and forbearance before i went, and she stashed there, for long safekeeping, her desire. ↗

— Gail Caldwell

#dreams

I'm terrible at relationships. I consider myself to be smart and a good mother but it's taken me this long to realise you don't have to marry a guy after three days or dump him. ↗

— Sheena Easton

#consider #days #dump #good #good mother

Yes, Mother. I can see you are flawed. You have not hidden it. That is your greatest gift to me. ↗

— Alice Walker

#flawed #gift #greatest #greatest gift #hidden

After my mother died, I found, a little book of hers which recorded everything I had ever done, how I had done it, and how proud she was of her son Conrad. ↗

— Conrad Veidt

#book #died #done #ever #everything

Part of what I want to do is sort of reclaim my story - it belongs to me and to my children, who have to live with whoever their mother is. ↗

— Elizabeth Edwards

#children #i #live #me #mother

People used to always ask, and I would say I wanted to be an actress. When they would ask why, I would say because my mother has so much fun. ↗

— Jennifer Ehle

#always #ask #because #fun #i

My birth neither shook the German Empire nor caused much of an upheaval in the home. It pleased mother, caused father a certain amount of pride and my elder brother the usual fraternal jealousy of a hitherto only son. ↗

— Conrad Veidt

#birth #brother #caused #certain #elder

If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby "it." ↗

— T. S. Eliot

#being #call #cup #dear #desire

When I got back to my father and mother and was sitting up there in our tepee, my face was still all puffed and my legs and arms were badly swollen; but I felt good all over and wanted to get right up and run around. ↗

— Black Elk

#around #back #badly #face #father