There are many things for which I owe gratitude to my dad. Most of all, I am grateful to the only man who could love my mother more than me.
There are many things for which I owe gratitude to my dad. Most of all, I am grateful to the only man who could love my mother more than me.
My father's love was always strongMy mother's glamour lives on and on.Yet still inside I felt alone, for reasones unknow to me.
Sam and Caine were left standing side by side, bruised and battered, to stare over Penny's sickening corpse, at the face of their mother.
Don’t even talk to me about being a mother. You were never a mother! Just the psychotic twat I lived with for the first fourteen years.
A mother's hardest to forgive.Life is the fruit she longs to hand youRipe on a plate. And while you live,Relentlessly she understands you.
Authority is just and faithful in all matters of promise-keeping; it is also considerate, and that is why a good mother is the best home-ruler.
To My MotherYou too, my mother, read my rhymesFor love of unforgotten times,And you may chance to hear once moreThe little feet along the floor.
Think twice before you pull your trouser and rape a woman; she may be your mother, sister or friend, and you know the consequences that follows.
She looked at the boy. He knew her weakness for storytelling. And it was, after all, only a story. Still, she wished he had chosen a happier one.
On this Mother's Day and every day before and after, I thank you God for the precious gift of my three children. I love them unconditionally.
I love hellos that last a lifetime, and goodbyes that are invisible, inaudible, and otherwise undetectable. Tell your mom I’m waving at her.
Some people say—not to my face, mind you—that I’m a cowardly son of a bitch. And that is simply not true. My mom is not a bitch.
I've always looked at America like a foster mother doing it only for the check. At any minute, I just knew she'd be ready to give up on me.
His mother stood before him like a monument. He saw her great outline through the blur of his weakness and his passion. She made no movement at all.
What do we know of our mothers? I thought I knew her. But I'd seen her as a child sees a good mother--pure, transparent, incapable of deception.