“These hands elate my life, choke me, broil my bosom, spank me, give fire to my words, my words, mother, my heart… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
“All the rantings in the world couldn't put the fear of the Lord into him like a few gentle words from his… — Victoria Wilcox Copy Share Image
Yes, the words of the Mother can be heard as clearly as we hear one another. But one requires a fine nerve… — Swami Vivekananda Copy Share Image
“Be thankful for what is given. Caroline heard the words in her mother’s voice. No matter if it is not enough, be… — Sarah Miller Copy Share Image
It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt) — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
No words describe a mother's tears, no words can heal a broken heart. — Phil Collins Copy Share Image
“Dark wings, dark words, me mother used to say, but when the birds fly silent, seems to me that’s even darker.” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“These words are my mother’s, my father’s, my brother’s, my lender’s, my garbage man’s—the poem runs like oil on fire beneath this… — BJ Ward Copy Share Image
“The words of my mother came to me in a yellowed letter long lost. And speaking into my present from some distant… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
“my voice is the offspring of two countries colliding what is there to be ashamed of if english and my mother tongue… — Rupi Kaur Copy Share Image
How long has it been since you looked into the eyes of your mother and, holding nothing back, spoke those welcome words,… — Thomas S. Monson Copy Share Image
“Hello, Josie,” they’d say with a half smile, followed by a sigh and sometimes a shake of the head. They acted like… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“My mother used to tell me to be a leader, never a follower. As a respect to my the words of my… — Lionel Suggs Copy Share Image
“But in the first few hundred of the thousands of pages of plain prose and careful grammar that Patricia Highsmith plied in… — Joan Schenkar Copy Share Image
“Grass Fires" No ease for the boy at his keyhole, his telescope, when the women's white bodies flashed in the bathroom. Young,… — Robert Lowell Copy Share Image
“I lay down in the mother ash dirt among the crocuses and told her it was okay. That I'd surrendered. That since… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“The savage rushing of the river seemed to be inside her head, inside her body. Even when the oarswomen, their guides, were… — Alice Walker Copy Share Image
