“It was not the thought that I was so unloved that froze me. I had taught myself to do without love. It… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
What is a mom but the sunshine of our days and the north star of our nights. — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
“And in the night my own mother came to the window to meet me, strange, solitary; splendid with countless stars; my mother… — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
