Lovely Mother Quotes

1. "She had his dark hair, his lashes, and from the glimpse he had, she bore his eyes, as well. But the shape of her face, a perfect oval, was her mother's. She had Anais's cheeks. Anais's lovely mouth and proud chin. He kissed her chin, feeling the softest of fluttering against his cheek—baby's breath. There was nothing sweeter than the feel of an innocent child's breath against one's cheek—nothing more wondrous than knowing that the baby was your own flesh and blood.Mina stretched against him, yawning widely and throwing her arms up wide alongside her head. He laughed through his tears and reached for her little fist and brought it to his mouth, kissing her with such love he thought he would die of it. "You will consume me, little Mina, just as your mother has."-Linsay to his infant daughter."
Author: Charlotte Featherstone

2. "Then the violet coffin moved again and went in feet first. And behold! The feet burst miraculously into streaming ribbons of garnet coloured lovely flame, smokeless and eager, like pentecostal tongues, and as the whole coffin passed in it sprang into flame all over; and my mother became that beautiful fire."
Author: George Bernard Shaw

3. "Satan impregnated my mother one lovely spring morning. We didn't have the heart to tell my father."
Author: Holly Hood

4. "Awesome. Trace, you're one lucky son of a .......very lovely mother."
Author: Joss Stirling

5. "Well," he said with an affected sigh, "you have my approval, at least.""Why?" Hyacinth asked suspiciously."It would be an excellent match," he continued. "If nothing else, think of the children."She knew she'd regret it, but still she had to ask. "What children?"He grinned. "The lovely lithping children you could have together. Garethhhh and Hyathinthhhh. Hyathinth and Gareth. And the thublime Thinclair tots."Hyacinth stared at him like he was an idiot.Which he was, she was quite certain of it.She shook her head. "How on earth Mother managed to give birth to seven perfectly normal children and one freak is beyond me.""Thith way to the nurthery." Gregory laughed as sheheaded back into the room. "With the thcrumptious littleTharah and Thamuel Thinclair. Oh, yeth, and don't forgetwee little Thuthannah!"
Author: Julia Quinn

6. "And if she were an honest woman, which she was known to be on occasion, she could readily admit that hearing about his escapades had bothered her on so many levels. And, yes, it affected how she looked at him, how she thought of him.But not, unfortunately, how she felt about him. Which either made her very generous, or very stupid.She was also very hungry, despite the ache in her head. So, she climbed out of bed, rang for Heather, and set about getting ready for the day. She told her maid to tell Cook that she would like to take breakfast out on the terrace since it was such a lovely day and she doubted anyone would join her. Her mother had no doubt eaten long ago, and Grey was probably passed out somewhere if his condition of last night had worsened after her departure. She rather fancied him drinking himself blind after she made her grand exit.Not that she wanted him to be miserable-she simply wanted to think that her words and opinion mattered."
Author: Kathryn Smith

7. "My mother was a wonderful, wonderful woman with a lovely voice who hated housework, hated cooking even more and loved her children. She was always arranging church activities such as a bazaar."
Author: Maureen Forrester

8. "What is Required by Paul Allen (fragment)1All elsewhere being World, how many times have I stoodin the bright shadows of a wood,no track or trail leading in, out-as though ground coverrenewed as I went through?I sometimes own the moments where I standalone. Everything else is airand arbitrary firings of neuronswe call memory if they happened,fantasy if they didn't- same pictures.Call it prayer, then,the moments where I'm not awareeven of how lovely the moment is-not liking, not disliking-not aware there is a moment until I'm back in the worldand remember it- construct itin my mind as having been beautiful.4I'm too often bitten by silence.My mother called it dawdling, the ex, brooding. My students call itabsent-minded professor.The kindest students bring me back gently.But I live most when silence,shade, and light like this harvest me,a kind of prayer I'm gathered to, not the prayer I clutter with will or words."
Author: Paul Allen

9. "There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep."
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson

10. "My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother's body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim's face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me."
Author: Suzanne Collins

11. "He was the son of this bitchy book reviewer. Totally blasted my first book. Called all my lovely kinksters ‘sick' and ‘abusive.' So I got my payback by sickly abusing her youngest all night long." "And you felt guilty about that?" "Not the sex. The note I sent Mom the next day." "You sent his mother a note after you seduced her son? What did it say?" "It said..." Nora began, and paused for a breath. Not one of her prouder moments. "It said, ‘Your son gave me five stars last night. And five fingers.'" "You're smiling." "I'm trying so hard to feel bad about it. I swear to God I am."
Author: Tiffany Reisz

12. "I need a little language such as lovers use, words of one syllable such as children speak when they come into the room and find their mother sewing and pick up some scrap of bright wool, a feather, or a shred of chintz. I need a howl; a cry. When the storm crosses the marsh and sweeps over me where I lie in the ditch unregarded I need no words. Nothing neat. Nothing that comes down with all its feet on the floor. None of those resonances and lovely echoes that break and chime from nerve to nerve in our breasts making wild music, false phrases. I have done with phrases."
Author: Virginia Woolf

13. "Women ought to be religious; faith was the natural fragrance of their minds. The more incredible the things they believed, the more lovely was the act of belief. To him the story of "Paradise Lost" was as mythical as the "Odyssey"; yet when his mother read it aloud to him, it was not only beautiful but true. A woman who didn't have holy thoughts about mysterious things far away would be prosaic and commonplace, like a man."
Author: Willa Cather

14. "And when she at last came out, her eyes were dry. Her parents stared up from their silent breakfast at her. They both started to rise but she put a hand out, stopped them. ‘I can care for myself, please,' and she set about getting some food. They watched her closely. In point of fact, she had never looked as well. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, and an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering. She was eighteen. She was the most beautiful woman in a hundred years. She didn't seem to care. ‘You're all right?' her mother asked. Buttercup sipped her cocoa. ‘Fine,' she said. ‘You're sure?' her father wondered. ‘Yes,' Buttercup replied. There was a very long pause. ‘But I must never love again.' She never did."
Author: William Goldman

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