1,337 Quotes About Motherhood

The post-divorce lines around Gabby's mouth tugged down her whole face. She suddenly looks older. Older than the image Layla carries in her head. Of her mom back when she still wore a uniform, her dark hair in a high ballerina bun, gun at her waist, like the cops on TV. If safe was a person, her mom was it.

I am the light breath and wind around you. I am the knowing that you are never really all alone. You are all of my strength and none of my weakness. You are the dream my life made. Those are the best things I can ever do for you.

Someone will have to show her how to take care of her lady bits when they change and how to shoo the boys away when they come sniffing around. Someone will have to teach her how to protect herself

Motherhood, I grow to realize in these first months and years, is the experience of everywhere-and-nowhere-ness. It is to be the only answer to a very specific set of physical needs and it is also to be a psyche, a cosmos, an aura through which another being sees, passes, exists.

And as has been the case with many other unanticipated changes of motherhood, I’ve developed a new respect for women’s knowledge, for all the seemingly tiny, insignificant tasks women have performed throughout thousands of years in relationship with the world around them, in the sustenance of life.

Nights I awake at two, at four, at six, and in the grainy coffee black I hold the warm parcel of her, feel the eager pressure of those small gums, our animal bodies pressed together, the darkness undulating a bit in my delirium

after giving birth you realize that the biggest part of you is now somehow external...p 7

People very often say to me, 'How did you do it, how did you raise a baby and write a book?' And the answer is - I didn't do housework for four years. I am not Superwoman. And um, living in squalor, that was the answer.

I want a son with you,” he said huskily. “I want a houseful of children.”Her eyes sketched his face. “Dark-haired little boys with green eyes….”He crushed her mouth under his, roughly, hungrily, possessively. “Don’t tempt me,” he said tightly. “I want you like hell.”“I wouldn’t stop you,” she said softly. “Anything you want, Garet. Anything.