“We wrap our arms around each other and we cry. We cry mother to daughter. We cry aunt to niece. We cry… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
There are so many different elements to surfing. Small waves, big waves, long boards, short boards. This makes it a sport you… — Kelly Slater Copy Share Image
“[...]Since then it’s been passed from mother to daughter, along with The Face.” “The Face?” Lucas asked. “That Launched a Thousand Ships,”… — Josephine Angelini Copy Share Image
“Just know, my darling girl, that if I could, I would call you every day of your life just to say "I… — Diane Chamberlain Copy Share Image
“Generations of pieces that had passed down from mother to daughter, daughter to son stayed locked away. Jac felt encumbered by those… — MJ Rose Seduction Copy Share Image
Fantasy has a better chance of lasting than a lot of other things. The Hobbit and the Narnia books, they seem to… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Washing the Dead is an illuminating and intricately layered novel about the complicated legacies that pass from mother to daughter, and about… — Carolyn Parkhurst Copy Share Image
“Sophie swallowed, tears rising to her eyes again. It was an odd legacy to hand from mother to daughter: the ability to… — Eloisa James Copy Share Image
Women hand sight down through the generations. Mother to daughter. — Jewell Parker Rhodes Copy Share Image
“Women have always been healers. They were the unlicensed doctors and anatomists. They were abortionists, nurses and counselors. They were the pharmacists,… — Barbara Ehrenreich Deirdre English Copy Share Image
“We have been lost to each other for so long. My name means nothing to you. My memory is dust. This is… — Anita Diamant Copy Share Image
Mother to daughter advice: Cook a man a fish and you feed him for a day. But teach a man to fish… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Please don't judge me too much until you are older and know more things. (Spoken from mother to daughter) — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“As Miriam released my hand I felt that she and Midwife Bell had returned to a more primitive world, where men never… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
Never forget for a single minute, you didnt grow under my heart but in it. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
