Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn't love me - I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
Aimee BenderStichwörter: love mother siblings
Behind all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours begin.
Mitch AlbomSome ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.
Bernie McgillStichwörter: passion historical-fiction secret irish ireland mother gothic victorian literary-fiction
Seorang ibu akan selalu khawatir memikirkan anaknya, setiap hari selama hidupnya.
Kate KerriganStichwörter: love mother life-lessons
Out loud I said I had two children. Silently I said three. I always felt like apologizing to her for that.
Alice Sebold...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them.
Fyodor DostoevskyStichwörter: fear sleep death sorrow horror suicide earth mother depression misery escape terror
My mother belonged to that group of low IQ individuals who find everything alarming and believe that raising your voice is the most effective form of communication.
Annabelle R. CharbitStichwörter: mother mothers mothers-respect bestseller mothers-and-daughters a-life-lived-ridiculously bestsellers
You’re very impatient,” Violet said, facing the door. “You always have been.”
“I know,” Eloise said, wondering if this was a scolding, and if so, why was her mother choosing to do it now?
“I always loved that about you,” Violet said. “I always loved everything about you, of course, but for some reason I always found your impatience especially charming. It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted everything.”
Eloise wasn’t so sure that sounded like such a good trait.
“You wanted everything for everyone, and you wanted to know it all and learn it all, and . . .”
For a moment Eloise thought her mother might be done, but then Violet turned around and added, “You’ve never been satisfied with second-best, and that’s good, Eloise. I’m glad you never married any of those men who proposed in London. None of them would have made you happy. Content, maybe, but not happy.”
Eloise felt her eyes widen with surprise.
“But don’t let your impatience become all that you are,” Violet said softly. “Because it isn’t, you know. There’s a great deal more to you, but I think sometimes you forget that.” She smiled, the gentle, wise smile of a mother saying goodbye to her daughter.
Stichwörter: love mother daughter
. . . I do not tell you often enough, dear Mother, how very grateful I am that I am yours. It is a rare parent who would offer a child such latitude and understanding. It is an even rarer one who calls a daughter friend. I do love you, dear Mama.
Julia QuinnA mother's hardest to forgive.
Life is the fruit she longs to hand you
Ripe on a plate. And while you live,
Relentlessly she understands you.
Stichwörter: life mother lessons understand adversary phyllis-mcginley
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