#moth

I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her smile. ↗

— Adriana Trigiani

#smile #life

But what Mom never told me is that along the way, you find sisters, and they find you. Girls are cool that way. ↗

— Adriana Trigiani

#girls #mother #sisters #life

My mother always said 'Don't bother other people.' I think that's good advice. ↗

— Amy Sedaris

#life #mothers #life

A good mother loves fiercely but ultimately brings up her children to thrive without her. They must be the most important thing in her life, but if she is the most important thing in theirs, she has failed. ↗

— Erin Kelly

#parenting #life

She [my mother] was the force around which our world turned. My mother was propelled through the universe by the brute force of reason. She was the judge in all our arguments. One disapproving word from her was enough to send us off to hide in a corner, where we would cry and fantasize our own martyrdom. And yet. One kiss could restore us to princedom. Without her, our lives would dissolve into chaos. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#love

My mother looks at me with love and understanding, and I realize: she knows what my father did. She knows what I want. She knows and even though she would not destroy a tissue sample or love someone who is not her Match, she still loves us, even though we have done those things. ↗

— Ally Condie

#understand #love

My beloved has arrived, but rather than greeting him, All I can do is bite the corner of my apron with a blank expression- What an awkward woman am I. My heart has longed for him as hugely and openly as a full moon But instead I narrow my eyes, and my glance to him Is sharp and narrow as the crescent moon. But then, I'm not the only one who behaves this way. My mother and my mother's mother were as silly and stumbling as I am when they were girls... Still, the love from my heart is overflowing, As bright and crimson as the heated metal in a blacksmith's forge. ↗

— Kim Dong Hwa

#longing #love #mothers #mothers-and-daughters #poetry

He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns. ↗

— Elizabeth Peters

#mother #rose #son #love

I think about following her, but I want to give Zoe a minute alone with her mother. I want them to have the shift and redistribution of their relationship that I never got to have with my own mom, that acrobatic feat of love where everything is turned upside down and yet they are both still able to keep their balance. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#love

Whatever evil might come upon us, because we all came about out of love and care and the Bible and Mother Goose. What can stand against that? ↗

— Richard Kennedy

#mother-goose #love