Quotes
Quotes about Mother
Purposelessness is the fruitful mother of crime.
Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction. Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child with her cloth, cover thou him.
Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement. I will not try it. Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother.
In our society, any man who doesn't cry at his mother's funeral is liable to be condemned to death.
Debt is a prolific mother of folly and of crime.
Despair of ever being saved, "except thou be born again," or of seeing God "without holiness," or of having part in Christ except thou "love him above father, mother, or thy own life." This kind of despair is one of the first steps to heaven.
Men are what their mothers made them.
The infernal serpent; he it was whose guile, Stirr'd up with envy and revenge, deceived The mother of mankind.
Diligence is the mother of good luck.
Diligence is the mother of good fortune.
If necessity is the mother of invention, discontent is the father of progress.
Mother of dead dogs.
There is enough for all. The earth is a generous mother; she will provide in plentiful abundance food for all her children if they will but cultivate her soil in justice and in peace.
How far must suffering and misery go before we see that even in the day of vast cities and powerful machines, the good earth is our mother and that if we destroy her, we destroy ourselves?
Education commences at the mother's knee, and every word spoken within the hearsay of little children tends towards the formation of character.
In these troublesome days when the great Mother Empire stands splendidly isolated in Europe.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
Exasperation is the mother of invention.
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they come Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots. I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces. Now they are nothing, they are not even babies. I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods. They will wonder if I was important.
The dream of reason produces monsters. Imagination deserted by reason creates impossible, useless thoughts. United with reason, imagination is the mother of all art and the source of all its beauty.
Early and provident fear is the mother of safety.
It is a suggestive idea to track those worn feet backward through all the paths they have trodden ever since they were the tender and rosy little feet of a baby, and (cold as they now are) were kept warm in his mother's hand.
Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
So glistered the dire Snake, and into fraud Led Eve, our credulous mother, to the Tree Of Prohibition, root of all our woe.
