#other

The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found. ↗

— Calvin Trillin

#about #been #family #found #leftovers

I don't know what it is about food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#mother #food

Intellectuals are people who believe that ideas are of more importance than values. That is to say, their own ideas and other people's values. ↗

— Gerald Brenan

#ideas #importance #intellectuals #more #other

Marissa laughed, utterly delighted with her mate. "Later. Food first." Butch settled back immediately, like she'd called his lust to a heel and it behaved because it wanted to be a good boy. As she left, the cop's eyes followed her with rank hunger and adoration. V shook his head. "You are a total sap. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #butch #butch-vishous #j-r-ward #lover-revealed

It was full of wounding remarks rather brilliantly said, perhaps said for the sheer virtuosity of giving pain neatly. Each of its phrases found its way through the eyes of the Marquesa, then, carefully wrapped in understanding and forgiveness, it sank into her heart. ↗

— Thornton Wilder

#wounding #writing #forgiveness

An imposing wall prominently divides the visions of President Obama and congressional Republicans when it comes to economic growth and creating jobs. Solyndra is on one side and the Keystone pipeline is on the other. ↗

— Fred Upton

#congressional #creating #divides #economic #economic growth

Coming home seemed to have started the healing process. No longer vivid and garish, the memories seemed to be covered in gossemer, fading behind a curtain of time and forgiveness. ↗

— Karen Fowler

#mothers-and-daughters #novella #short-fiction #forgiveness

I’ll name my firstborn child Squiblob, after his mother. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #mother #strange #funny

There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall. ↗

— Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

#beat #bitter #days #freedom #head

This is my present, you know. My present from Mother. ↗

— Gypsy Rose Lee

#mother #present #you