Why do grandparents and grandchildren get along so well? They have the same enemy-- the mother.
Woman is not born: she is made. In the making, her humanity is destroyed. She becomes symbol of this, symbol of that: mother of the earth, slut of the universe; but she never becomes herself because it is forbidden for her to do so.
A mother who is really a mother is never free.
Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother.
The legacy of women's war work is our present post-industrial employment structure. It was the war that created the demand for a technologically advanced, de-skilled, low-paid, non-unionized female workforce and paved the way for making part-time work the norm for married women now. A generation later, it was the daughters of wartime women workers who completed their mothers' campaign for equal pay.
Honolulu, it's got everything. Sand for the children, sun for the wife, sharks for the wife's mother.
Every mother generally hopes that her daughter will snag a better husband than she managed to do...but she's certain that her boy will never get as great a wife as his father did.
A little girl at the wedding afterwards asked her mother why the bride changed her mind. "What do you mean?" responded her mother. "Well, she went down the aisle with one man, and came back with another.".
My mother-in-law broke up my marriage. My wife came home from work one day and found me in bed with her.
Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.
What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.
(Pedro:) Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you for out o' question you were born in a merry hour. (Beatrice:) No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
Mother is far too clever to understand anything she does not like.
Most turkeys taste better the day after; my mother's tasted better the day before.
Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.
The mob is the mother of tyrants.
Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led! Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below, Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow, Where hunters never climbed--secure from dread?
Ah! How neatly tied, in these people, is the umbilical cord of morality! Since they left their mothers they have never sinned, have they? They are apostles, they are the descendants of priests; one can only wonder from what source they draw their indignation, and above all how much they have pocketed to do this, and in any case what it has done for them.
You are the nectar, the hummingbird, the clover. You are the bloom, the bee, the OerHoverer. You are the child, the bond and the mother. You are the Love, the Beloved, the Lover. (to our mother).
The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
A mother is not a person to lean on but a person to make leaning unnecessary.
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
At the cross, her station keeping, Stood the mournful mother, weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord. [Lat., Stabat mater, dolorosa Juxta crucem lacrymosa Que pendebat Filius.]
And Adam called his wife's name Eve; because she was the mother of all living.