#other

I loved your eyes first,” I told him , repeating his words from a few weeks ago back to him, because it was true, and because we were two halves of a whole—we had been all along, and he’d been so clever to know it right away. I used to think it was insanity, but now I was beginning to think that it was pure brilliance. “I see it, too, James. I see the other half of my soul in you. ↗

— R.K. Lilley

#love #other-half #soul #love

بموت امي.. يسقط آخر قميص صوف اغطي به جسدي.. آخر قميص حنان.. آخر مظلة مطر.. وفي الشتاء القادم.. ستجدونني اتجول في الشوارع عاريا.. ↗

— نزار قباني

#mother #love

A well-composed book is a magic carpet on which we are wafted to a world that we cannot enter in any other way. ↗

— Caroline Gordon

#book #cannot #carpet #enter #magic

Every mother can easily imagine losing a child. Motherhood is always half loss anyway. The three-year-old is lost at five, the five-year-old at nine. We consort with ghosts, even as we sit and eat with, scold and kiss, their current corporeal forms. We speak to people who have vanished and, when they answer us, they do the same. Naturally, the information in these speeches is garbled in the translation. ↗

— Karen Joy Fowler

#motherhood #imagination

I could not get my fill of looking. There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment. ↗

— Anita Diamant

#love #motherhood #love

A mother who would stop at nothing for her child is dangerous woman when crossed. ↗

— Solange nicole

#determination #love #mother-s-love #motherhood #solange

It's just that the thing you never understand about being a mother, until you are one, is that it is not the grown man - the galumphing, unshaven, stinking, opinionated off-spring - you see before you, with his parking tickets and unpolished shoes and complicated love life. You see all the people he has ever been all rolled up into one. I look at him and see the baby I held in my arms, dewing besotted, unable to believe that I'd created another human being. I see the toddler, reaching for my hand, the schoolboy weeping tears of fury after being bullied  by some other child. I saw the vulnerabilities, the love, the history. ↗

— Jojo Moyes

#life

[Everyone needs] a woman who'll listen, take your side, tell the truth - or not, as you need it. A woman you can count on, no matter what, and who'll love you no matter how much you screw up. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#love

For him and his brother, he now knew, that music was real. Becuase all you had to do, really, was be willing to use your imagination. And listen. ↗

— Holly Goldberg Sloan

#imagination #music #imagination

And I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#mothers-love #love