Mother Quotes
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"Well," said my aunt, "this is his boy - his son. He would be as like his father as it's possible to be, if he was not so like his mother, too."
Charles Dickens
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It's not forever', she'd said, but to my mother, it might as well have been. She had make her choice, and this was it, where she felt safe, in a world she could, for the most part, control.
Sarah Dessen
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I've got a lot of back-up because my father was a Catholic, my mother was a Protestant, I was educated by Jews and I'm married to a Muslim. So I won't lose out on a technicality.
Michael Caine
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Being a mother impacts every aspect of your life. It's a rite of passage which gives you an entirely different outlook on things.
Essie Davis
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My mother was so beautiful, she really was a a wonderful person. Always walking like a queen. Like she owned the world. Maybe I took something from her.
Sofia Villani Scicolone
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Let us not imagine that we obscure the glory of the Son by the great praise we lavish on the Mother; for the more she is honored, the greater is the glory of her Son. There can be no doubt that whatever we say in praise of the Mother gives equal praise to the Son.
Bernard of Clairvaux
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I know,” he said with sudden bitterness, “because your mother’s game is working after all. She is turning you against me.” “No,” said Louie. He looked at her pityingly, “No, I know you don’t know it, Looloo.
Christina Stead
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Human use, population, and technology have reached that certain stage where mother Earth no longer accepts our presence with silence.
Dalai Lama
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Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart.
William Butler Yeats
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Wife-Mother-Actress-Author The world will remember.
Eve Arden
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Why are we so attached to the severities of the past? Why are we so proud of having endured our fathers and our mothers, the fireless days and the meatless days, the cold winters and the sharp tongues? It's not as if we had a choice.
Hilary Mantel
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"Oh, ancient god, whatever your name," whispered Ahmed. "Help this lost son of a good father, this evil boy who meant no harm but slept in school, ran errands slowly, did not pray from his heart, ignored his mother, and did not hold his family in great esteem. For all this I know I must suffer. But here in the midst of silence, at the desert's heart, where even the wind knows not my name? Must I die so young? Am I to be forgotten without having been?"
Ray Bradbury
