Mother Quotes

If my mother knew I did this for a living, she'd kill me. She thinks I'm selling dope.

The Indian was a religious man from his mother's womb.

My mother knew how to read music and everything. But I just kinda learned off of records. And so, I was listening to records and I'd play 'em over and over.

When the mother of the race is free, we shall have a better world, by the easy right of birth and by the calm, slow, friendly forces of evolution.

I was born in a small suburb of Ilford in a rather nasty housing estate that my mother despised. She had grown up in the country, so when the war came and I was evacuated to Wales she thought I was much better off there.

My dad used to flush my mother's head down the toilet. I was so screwed up.

My father was a construction engineer, and my mother was a production engineer.

My parents were early converts to Christianity in my part of Nigeria. They were not just converts; my father was an evangelist, a religious teacher. He and my mother traveled for thirty-five years to different parts of Igboland, spreading the gospel.

Do not sit next to my mother when she is watching one of her children compete because you will have fingernails down your back. She is a nervous wreck.

My mother would take groups of students to different countries and always brought us along, so by the time I was 10, I had been to Russia, China, Nicaragua and several other countries.

Being a mother adds another emotional dimension, a feel for children that I didn't have before I had one. They were a pain before.

My father, who was from a wealthy family and highly educated, a lawyer, Yale and Columbia, walked out with the benefit of a healthy push from my mother, a seventh grade graduate, who took a typing course and got a secretarial job as fast as she could.

A mother never realizes that her children are no longer children.

When I got on the airplane in Indonesia coming to Japan, my intentions was to turn myself in to the military for the simple reason I would like to put my daughters with their mother, one thing. Another thing, I'd like to clear my conscience.

I am the woman I grew to be partly in spite of my mother, and partly because of the extraordinary love of her best friends, and my own best friends' mothers, and from surrogates, many of whom were not women at all but gay men. I have loved them my entire life, even after their passing.

When my mother left her second husband, she wrote her autobiography and presented it to him for his approval.

Father's Day was great, but all the family gatherings brought up my mother's death. Maybe it's me, because I am a wimp. We would get together, but there was someone missing!

I called my mother up and I said, 'You know, I've been to the best doctors in the world and I've spent almost half a million dollars and they're telling me I have symptoms of a P.O.W. and all I did was grow up in your home.'

My mother told me I was dancing before I was born. She could feel my toes tapping wildly inside her for months.

I was labeled a troublemaker, my mom an unfit mother, and I was not welcome anywhere.

I applaud my mother now for getting me through that time and making me believe in myself.

Surely, if Mother Nature had been consulted, she would never have consented to building a city in New Orleans.

Cancer affects all of us, whether you're a daughter, mother, sister, friend, coworker, doctor, patient.

For me, nothing has ever taken precedence over being a mother and having a family and a home.

My mother had a very difficult childhood, having seen her own mother kill herself. So she didn't always know how to be the nurturing mother that we all expect we should have.

I'm a mother with two small children, so I don't take as much crap as I used to.

There's always someone asking you to underline one piece of yourself - whether it's Black, woman, mother, dyke, teacher, etc. - because that's the piece that they need to key in to. They want to dismiss everything else.

Never marry a man who hates his mother because he'll end up hating you.

I obviously have a great love and appreciation of jewelry, thanks to my mother, much to the dismay of both my father and my boyfriends.

I was reading William Shawcross's biography of the Queen Mother, dressed in my witch outfit! And you know what? It was a really good mix; it was a therapeutic mix.