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“my mother
is pure radiance.

she is the sun
i can touch
and kiss

and hold
without
getting burnt.”
― Sanober Khan

“Some women pray for their daughters to marry good husbands. I pray that my girls will find girlfriends half as loyal and true as the Ya-Yas.”
― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood

“From her thighs, she gives you life
And how you treat she who gives you life
Shows how much you value the life given to you by the Creator.
And from seed to dust
There is ONE soul above all others --
That you must always show patience, respect, and trust
And this woman is your mother.
And when your soul departs your body
And your deeds are weighed against the feather
There is only one soul who can save yours
And this woman is your mother.
And when the heart of the universe
Asks her hair and mind,
Whether you were gentle and kind to her
Her heart will be forced to remain silent
And her hair will speak freely as a separate entity,
Very much like the seaweed in the sea --
It will reveal all that it has heard and seen.

This woman whose heart has seen yours,
First before anybody else in the world,
And whose womb had opened the door
For your eyes to experience light and more --
Is your very own MOTHER.
So, no matter whether your mother has been cruel,
Manipulative, abusive, mentally sick, or simply childish
How you treat her is the ultimate test.
If she misguides you, forgive her and show her the right way
With simple wisdom, gentleness, and kindness.
And always remember,
That the queen in the Creator's kingdom,
Who sits on the throne of all existence,
Is exactly the same as in yours.
And her name is,
THE DIVINE MOTHER.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Teacher,鈥� I said. 鈥淐an you feel love?”
― Steven Decker, Child of Another Kind

“No,鈥� said the doctor. 鈥淚t鈥檚 something I鈥檝e never seen before. Something I don鈥檛 think anyone has seen before.鈥� 聽”
― Steven Decker, Child of Another Kind

“I need a minute.”
― Andri E. Elia, Yildun: Worldmaker of Yand

“Ma should marry our bio dad, and he can be our friend聽 but not our dad. You鈥檙e our dad, Da. And we鈥檙e the Furies; you can鈥檛 split us.”
― Andri E. Elia, Yildun: Worldmaker of Yand

“She also understood there was a hole in her heart where her son should be, that she was a wicked, selfish woman for wishing him back.”
― Shannon Celebi, Driving Off Bridges

“We love our mother unknowingly, and only realize how deep-rooted that love is at the ultimate separation.”
― Guy de Maupassant

“You loved me before seeing me;

You love me in all my mistakes;

You will love me for what I am.”
― Luffina Lourduraj

“Tear on your mothers eye, is as heavy as the ocean waters”
― Zybejta "Beta" Metani' Marashi

“She sacrifices her dream to make my dream come true.”
― Luffina Lourduraj

“The debt between a child and her mother could never be repaid, like running a foot race against someone fifteen miles ahead of you. What hope did you have of catching up? It didn't matter how many Mother's Day cards you drew, how many cliches and vows of devotions you put inside them. You could tell her she was your favorite parent, wink like you were co-conspirators, fill her in on every trivial detail of your life. None of it was enough. It had taken me years to figure this out: you would never love your mother as much as she loved you. She had formed memories of you since you were a poppy seed in her belly. You didn't begin making your own memories until three, four, five years old? She'd had a running start. She had known you before you even existed. How could we compete with that? We couldn't. We accepted that our mothers held their love over us, let them parade it around like a flashy trinket, because their love was superior to ours.”
― Stephanie Wrobel, Darling Rose Gold

“I wanted to soothe and comfort her, the way she had comforted her daughters.”
― A.B. Shepherd, The Beacon

“He stood there, his eyes like they had been before. Their beauty stabbed at her heart like a great knife; the hair looked so like she had just pressed the wet comb to it and perhaps put a little pomade on the sides; and the small face was clean and sad. Yet her arms somehow did not ache to hold him like her heart told her they should. Something too far away and too strong was between her and him; she only saw him as she had always seen resurrection pictures, hidden from us as in a wonderful mist that will not let us see our love complete.”
― James Purdy, 63, Dream Palace: Selected Stories, 1956-1987

“It was like that with her mother 鈥� memory upon memory stacked together like the feathers in a wild bird, there to keep her warm, or when she needed to, fly. She was the wings of her, the very wings.”
― Tahmima Anam, The Good Muslim

“It is great to celebrate birthday, but you know what is the greatest?, is to remember our mother who sacrified to gave us birth”
― Elmitch Alarcio

“You know the real meaning of celebrating a birthday if you remember the sacrifice of giving birth by your mother”
― Elmitch Alarcio

“I get a letter once a week from my mama. She say everything fine at home..
I write her back too, when I can, but what I'm gonna tell her that won't start her bawling again? So I just say we is having a nice time and everybody treating us fine.”
― Winston Groom, Forrest Gump

“Ana grappled with the harsh reality that her mother cherished the memory of her innocence more than she embraced the woman she had become.”
― Isela Servin, I don't believe in love

“I was now coming to realize that my ability to receive love from others was linked to my ability to receive my mother's love.”
― Mark Wolynn, It Didn't Start with You: How Inherited Family Trauma Shapes Who We Are and How to End the Cycle

“These fragments are all that remain of my early childhood. There are no words, just sounds: my mother's breathy humming in my ear, her voice the most familiar thing to me, more known than my own hand. My hand still surprises me at all times; the lines and creases, the way the webbing between my fingers glows red if I hold up my hand to block the sun. My mother's voice is my home and when I am surrounded by her sounds, I sleep.”
― Augusten Burroughs, A Wolf at the Table

“The last words my mother said to me were 'love abides.' And I guess she was right because here you are and here she's not and yet my love for both of you is stronger than ever. Love ways waste time and death.”
― Sarah Strohmeyer, Sweet Love

“Mothers are ineffable, their prayers the driving force beneath our wings; their discipline, the magnet for honor鈥攊rreplaceable love!”
― Henrietta Newton Martin, Author- The Greatest of All Romances, Your Potters Call.

“The poor mother! This is the reward you get for your love. Is that what you expected? Well, the fact of the matter is that mothers don't expect rewards. There's no rhyme or reason 鈥� they just love.”
― Ivan Goncharov, The Same Old Story

“She looked down and saw in surprise an elegant pattern of flowers and vines that wove around her fingers, and in the center of her palm, an open eye.
"This is so you will see yourself as I see you," Nour said, her eyes prickling with tears.
Dina stood and turned to face the mirror. For a moment she did not recognize her reflection. That woman was beautiful, glowing, beaming a smile, kindness and joy radiating from her. That woman was Dina. That's me.
The hex had felt insurmountable, impossible to break, even once she had known she was the cause of it. It was one thing to be told she needed to love herself to break the curse, but quite another to do it in practice. But as Dina looked at herself, everything fell into place. Her family accepted her for who she was. And if she told herself that she was worthy of love, then it was true. And if it was true, there was no need for the hex anymore. No need for that wall that she had built between herself and others to keep them from seeing her as she truly was. Scott loved her, and she loved him. And they would be okay.
She shuddered in a breath as the insidious magic of the hex began to dissipate, like ashes blowing away after a fire's gone out. Then her ears popped, and the hex was gone.
Dina looked across at her mother, smiling through her tears.
"It's gone," she cried. "Mama, I'm free.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Best Hex Ever

“Mothers are ineffable, their prayers the driving force beneath our wings; their discipline, the magnet for honor鈥攊rreplaceable love”
― Henrietta Newton Martin-Legal Professional & Author

“The poor mother! This is the reward you get for your love. Is that what you expected? Well, the fact of the matter is that mothers don't expect rewards. There's no rhyme or reason 鈥� they just love. Do you achieve greatness and fame, are you proud, is your name on everyone's lips, do your deeds resound around the world? Then your mother trembles with joy, she weeps, laughs and prays long and ardently. But you, the son, rarely think of sharing your success with the woman who bore you. Are you lacking in wit or spirit, has nature denied you beauty, are your heart and body dogged by ill health, do people shun you, and is there no place for you among them? Then so much the bigger is your place in a mother's heart, and so much more tightly does she enfold you in her arms, ill-favored, failed creature though you are, and so much the longer and more fervently does she pray for you.”
― Ivan Goncharov

“Never underestimate the value of a tree or your mother; you never know when you might need their shade and shelter.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya, Our Nepal, Our Pride

“Era como si las madres se quedaran mirando fijamente algo que ni tan siquiera eran capaces de recordar. 驴Qu茅 era...?”
― Rachel Yoder, Nightbitch