1,337 Quotes About Motherhood

Being older deceives us into thinking that we are experts at being the ages we used to be.

Just one more moment. Just give us one more. But maybe her heart would never be satisfied; maybe it was ever-enlarging in its want for me. Because she knew that if she were granted one more moment, then another one was what she would ask for. She could live around her son for a hundred years and even then, when it was time to part, she would think - but it has been too brief.

Sometimes it’s not a spiritual problem; you just need a nap!

„Mit der Zeit reifen Momente zu etwas heran, erst dann kristallisiert sich heraus, das war es, das Glück.

Just because I didn't have a spouse to help and enjoy those activities with didn't mean they couldn't happen. Just because my plan A didn't work out didn't mean plan B couldn't be really kickass. In fact, who was to tell me that my life as a single mother couldn't be completely wonderful.

- Jeśli jeszcze raz wspomni o Brouerach - powiedziała Marjorie do Rita - to ją uduszę.- Są jej przyjaciółmi - odparł Rico, zerkając na nią z zaciekawieniem. - Najlepszymi przyjaciółmi. Dlaczego ci się to nie podoba?- Nie mówię, że mam coś przeciwko temu. Nie podoba mi się, że stanowią ideał, do którego jestem porównywana. - Wszystkim dzieciakom wydaje się, że inne rodziny są idealne. - Ja nigdy tak nie myślałam.- Owszem, ale ty jesteś dziwna - stwierdził.

Not only a pregnant woman is an outrage toward ethics but also an attack on aesthetics. Motherhood degrades women, it turns them into cows. With the forgiveness of cows, my sisters.

Maybe I stepped into the skin my mother left behind, and became the girl my mother had been, the one she still wanted to be. Maybe I was wearing her youth now like an airy scarf, an accessory, all bright nerves and sticky pearls, and maybe that's why she spent so much time staring at me with that wistful look in her eyes. I was wearing something of hers, something she wanted back. It was written all over her face.

The wrinkled pages of the Bible crackled as Mom leafed back to the beginning of Matthew. I had always felt I was conceived from the powers of the universe. Maybe I was chosen to fulfill a divine mission.