287 Quotes About Mothers-and-daughters

Mother-daughter disagreements were, in hindsight, basically mother stating the truth and daughter taking her own sweet time coming around.

And like a grieving spouse who sleeps in the shirt of a lost loved one, I thought that by cooking – handling ingredients again, breathing in their aroma as they bubbled – I could somehow be reunited with my mother again.

Tu ni životinje ne bi napravile dom gdje se svijaju te sitne žene, naše pretkinje, kojima niko ne pamti imena, čak ni mi, njihovi potomci. Nikog nije briga ko su te žene, bitni su bili sinovi i vojske koje su služili, jednako ginući u svakoj i ostavljajući ih da, umotane u crno, venu po najtužnijim selima na svijetu, gledajući s gorčinom na svoje kćeri i mrzeći ih dvostruko, što su im još samo one ostale i što će doživjeti istu sudbinu. Zato se ne sjećamo pretkinja.

Languages for me have a secret venom that every so often foams up and for which there is no antidote. I remember the dialect on my mother's lips when she lost that gentle cadence and yelled at us, poisoned by her unhappiness: I can't take you anymore, I can't take any more. Commands, shouts, insults, life stretching into her words, as when a frayed nerve is just touched, and the pain scrapes away all self-control.

When I think of the exquisite love and sympathy which might be between a mother and daughter, I feel myself defrauded of a beautiful thing rightfully mine, in a world where for me such things are pitiably few.

Katie had slept through morning mass but she could still go to confession and make an effort to banish her unholy and unhealthy thoughts. Mother never asked what she was thinking and feeling on these trips; she just assumed that anything Katie had on her mind was dirty and sinful.

Mothers are the fountain of creation

As a little girl, she remembered many nights just like this one. Taking these long, halcyon walks with her mother; sometimes stopping for ice cream or even a soda and afterward sitting together outside on the apartment stoop to further escape the unbearable heat of their apartment. The interesting thing was, life with her mother didn’t start out twisted. It just ended up that way.

Well, this was nice, Mom. I really appreciate your visit. Weshould do this again sometime. Should I walk you to the door, ordo you know how to get to hell all by yourself?