#mother

It lasted just a moment, whatever that is. One held breath? An ant's afternoon? It was brief, I can promise that much, for although it's been many years now since my children ruled my life, a mother recalls the measure of the silences. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#silence #life

That’s what love is like: mother of the greatest bliss and stepmother of the most tragic misery. ↗

— Stefanos Livos

#happiness #love #misery #mother #sadness

Mothers give us life, love, and the heartfelt inclination to cry, 'I want my mommy,' no matter how old we get. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#mom #mommy #mother #mother-s-day #motherhood

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

The eyebrow pencil and false eyelashes were essential; my mother didn't feel dressed without them. ↗

— Lorna Luft

#essential #eyebrow #eyelashes #false #feel

The doctor's name was Sylvia. I told her she'd have a problem with me because Sylvia was my mother's name. ↗

— Paul Lynde

#doctor #her #i #me #mother

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 have good genes. My father is Danish and my mother is Irish and Native American. They both have good skin. ↗

— Virginia Madsen

#both #danish #father #genes #good

When I was a child I had a best friend who lived across the road from me. When her mother died unexpectedly it was like losing a member of my own family. I think I am still affected by the memory of that loss. ↗

— Margaret Mahy

#affected #am #best #best friend #child

My mother is Irish, my father is black and Venezuelan, and me - I'm tan, I guess. ↗

— Mariah Carey

#father #guess #i #irish #me