#other

Consider a small child sitting on his mother's lap while she reads him a picture book. The picture book opens to a width that effectively places the child at the center of a closed circle - that of mother's body, arms, and the picture book... That circle, so private and intimate, is a place apart form the demands and stresses of daily life, a sanctuary in and from which the child can explore the many worlds offered in picture books. Despite all of our society's technological advances, it still just takes one child, one book, and one reader, to create this unique space, to work this everyday magic. ↗

— Martha V. Parravano

#circle #mother #reading #life

I don’t think the world should assume that we are all natural mothers. And it does. I don’t think it’s such a big thing anymore, but the idea that you sacrifice everything for your children—it’s a load of rubbish. It leads to very destructive living and thinking, and it has a much worse effect on children than if you go out and live your own life. You’re meant to adore your children at all times, and you’re not meant to have a bad thought about them. That’s facism, you know, and it’s elevating the child at the expense of the mother. It’s like your life is not valid except in fulfilling this child’s needs. What about all your needs, your desires, your wants, your problems? They’re going to come out anyway, so it’s better they’re acknowledged straight off. Having said that, I really do believe that children have to be protected. They have to be loved. Somewhere between the two, I think, something needs to be sorted out. The relationship between parent and child is so difficult and so complex. There’s every emotion there. We mostly only acknowledge the good ones. If we were allowed to talk about the other ones, maybe it would alleviate them in some way ↗

— Marina Carr

#life

The ladies looked one another over with microscopic carelessness. ↗

— Arthur Baer

#carelessness #ladies #looked #microscopic #over

I didn't mean to scare you. I'm not suicidal if that's what's freaking you out. I'm not fucked up in the head. I'm not deranged. I'm not suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. I'm just a brother who loved his sister more than life itself, so I get a little intense when I think about her. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#loss #love #life

With a quick jerk, Qhuinn wrapped his arms around the single most important person in his life. It was not Layla, although he felt a pang at that denial. It was not John, or his king. It wasn't the brothers. This male was the reason for everything. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#blaylock #lover-at-last #qhuinn #qhuinn-and-blay #life

You may wonder which came first: the skill or the hard work. But that's a moot point. The Zen master cleans his own studio. So should you. ↗

— Twyla Tharp

#life

It was a good chance for us to play for people who would never have heard us otherwise. ↗

— Daisy Berkowitz

#good #good chance #heard #never #otherwise

(Georgie) Two hundred years later and it's exactly the same thing. You want to spend every single moment with your children and still have a fulfilling life at work. ↗

— Nancy Woodruff

#motherhood #women #life

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

There will be some tracks on the next album which that will consist of mostly noise and feedback, whereas others may just have guitar parts and samples. ↗

— Daisy Berkowitz

#consist #feedback #guitar #just #may