#moth

To hear my mother say, 'Michael is dead,' to feel and hear the tone in her voice to say her child is dead, is nothing that anyone can ever imagine. ↗

— Jermaine Jackson

#child #dead #ever #feel #hear

I was aware of it, but I grew up in a very a-religious family. My mother never went to church, she never had any religious training or background. It was never a part of our social interaction. ↗

— Donald Johanson

#aware #background #church #family #grew

My mother was the influence in my life. She was strong; she had great faith in the ultimate triumph of justice and hard work. She believed passionately in education. ↗

— John H. Johnson

#believed #education #faith #great #great faith

That's what my mother did. And my father was the first person she'd met who treated her kindly. She was terrified of men, and she married a very meek, kind, dear man. And she had the upper hand. She ruled the roost. ↗

— Lynn Johnston

#did #father #first #had #hand

My mother had gotten a job as a receptionist at a dancing school and had the idea that we should open our own dancing school; we did, and it prospered. ↗

— Gene Kelly

#did #gotten #had #idea #job

Thomas was my true name but everyone knew me as Mick, except my mother, who knew me as definitely Michael. ↗

— Thomas Keneally

#everyone #except #knew #me #michael

The capitalist class shoots down mothers and children. It stops at nothing, no matter how monstrous, to prevent the organization of the workers. ↗

— Ella R. Bloor

#children #class #down #how #matter

I was born in Norway, and when I was little I went to live in Detroit, Michigan. My father was a professor of philosophy at Wayne University, and my mother was also a teacher. ↗

— Marta Kristen

#born #detroit #father #i #i was born

You don't know what it's like to grow up with a mother who never said a positive thing in her life, not about her children or the world, who was always suspicious, always tearing you down and splitting your dreams straight down the seams. When my first pen pal, Tomoko, stopped writing me after three letters she was the one who laughed: You think someone's going to lose life writing to you? Of course I cried; I was eight and I had already planned that Tomoko and her family would adopt me. My mother of course saw clean into the marrow of those dreams, and laughed. I wouldn't write to you either, she said. She was that kind of mother: who makes you doubt yourself, who would wipe you out if you let her. But I'm not going to pretend either. For a long time I let her say what she wanted about me, and what was worse, for a long time I believed her. ↗

— Junot Díaz

#mother #dreams

Naturally, I do things my own way but I'm certainly influenced by my mother's way of doing things. ↗

— Mary, Crown Princess of Denmark

#doing #i #i do #influenced #mother