On the big bed, Mamima and Sandeep’s mother began to…

“We had used up all of our time. And I wondered if that made any difference to my mother then, as she lay awake…

— Colm Tóibín

“The mother who lay in the grave, was the mother of my infancy; the little creature in her arms, was myself, as I had…

— Charles Dickens

“I went into the kitchen. My mother joined us there, Margaret threw back three shots in a row. "Oh yes, to be sure, Margaret…

— Howard Norman

“Passover isn't about eating, Hannah," her mother began at last, sighing and pushing her fingers through her silver-streaked hair. "You could have fooled me,"…

— Jane Yolen

“Reggie's earliest memory of her mother began with her mother balancing an egg on its end and ended with Reggie losing her left ear.”

— Jennifer McMahon

My mother began to go crazy. Not in a 'Let's paint the kitchen red!' sort of way. But crazy in a 'gas oven, toothpaste…

— Augusten Burroughs

Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.

— Lorna Luft

Once I got past my anger toward my mother, I began to excel in volleyball and modeling.

— Gabrielle Reece

My mother began her political journey as a symbol of hope and resistance to the repressive, regressive, Islamist regime of General Ziaul Haq.

— Bilawal Bhutto Zardari

“Aunt Helen Beck had many intentions about her death. She was about being dead the way some people are about being British - she…

— Elizabeth McCracken

My aunt and uncle are clearly civilians.

— Jimmy Kimmel

“Quin took on the air of someone who has just realized it's time for the yearly visit to the spinster great-aunt in a desperate…

— Amy Fecteau

I was painfully shy, so my aunt suggested to my mum that me and my brother go to Stage 84, a performing arts school…

— Christian Cooke

Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, won't they?" said Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward…

— Anonymous

“My aunt Carol hasn’t heard her say a word in the whole six years and three months of Grace’s life—not a single syllable. Carol…

— Lauren Oliver