Mother Quote by Hugh Howey Download Open image ““Her mother, buried. A town, lost. A small group of men, somewhere out there, cheering.”” — Hugh Howey ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.2 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Mother Parenting Small Group
“Losing Grandma, just when I'd found her again. A waterfall of flowers brightened her funeral, but they couldn't disguise the stench of death.” — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“We were heading into the clumsy territory of my mother’s funeral, stretched-out silences, wrong smiles, the place where words didn’t work.” — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“Once giving way to tears, she wept bitterly for all that she had lost, and all that she must lose so soon. Her mother… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“The dead are everywhere. Most are buried and forgotten. A very small number walk among you.” — J.R. Rain Copy Share Image
“I was retreating, I knew, back into the numb place I’d lived after Mom died, and even more so after Dad had. I was… — Jasinda Wilder Copy Share Image
“There, there, it is but a story," she comforted sadly. "Like all dead people become.” — M.E. Vaughan Copy Share Image
“She weeps, like all the weak people in the world, for the lost days, for the way things once were and will never be… — Thomas Cullinan Copy Share Image
“Serving as the only audience for a man raised by crowds of admirers exhausted her. [...] The buried thought that he might have found… — Carey Wallace Copy Share Image
“Turning her face away from him, she let the tears fall at last. They were carried away on the wind as if they'd never… — Rosalie Lario Copy Share Image
“Was she sad? She was angry. Furious at the smallness of her mother's life.” — Celeste Ng Copy Share Image
“a crime to fell a tree and light it on fire, where coals of hardened shit warmed and stunk up homes,” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“The Loud came before the quiet. That was a Rule of the World, for the bangs and shouts need somewhere to echo, just as… — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“a heap of words designed to hinder communication rather than facilitate it.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“That leaves Bravo Company, the expendables who know what they’re doing.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“Sleep was a vehicle for passing the time, for avoiding the present. It was a trolley for the depressed, the impatient, and the dying.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“Overhead, tangles of wires knotted together in a grand display of unplanned infrastructure.” — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“Montana wants to scream, but the thing she is angry at is in the past. The past can’t hear her. This is the thing,… — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
“I guess what I'm sayin' is, if you want to give Jules a job, be very careful.” “Why be careful?” Marnes asked. Marck gazed… — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
One of the many things that surprised me about 'Wool' is how many of its fans don't consider themselves science fiction readers. — Hugh Howey Copy Share Image
My mother says I didn't open my eyes for eight days after I was born, but when I did, the first thing I saw… — Elizabeth Taylor Copy Share Image
Laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing! It is the jester! A voice from the Void, to cheer poor Cicero! I accept your gift, dearest Night Mother.… — Marcus Tullius Cicero Copy Share Image
(knitting while on a motorcycle) "For several years she knitted in secret (my father would not approve; she was to concentrate on motorcycling and… — Elizabeth Zimmermann Copy Share Image
My mother was strong-willed, demanding, and very supportive all at the same time. — Michael Spence Copy Share Image
Everything comes home, my mother used to say; every word spoken, every shadow cast, every footprint in the sand. It can't be helped; it's… — Joanne Harris Copy Share Image
One of the ways that I discovered my confidence and my ability to overpower is becoming a mother. Suddenly, my world wasn't about myself… — Lights Copy Share Image
Surely, if Mother Nature had been consulted, she would never have consented to building a city in New Orleans. — Mortimer Zuckerman Copy Share Image
Peace is the first thing the angels sang. Peace is the mark of the children of God. Peace is the nurse of love. Peace… — Pope Leo I Copy Share Image
I'm a strange mixture of my mother's curiosity; my father, who grew up the son of the manse in a Presbyterian family, who had… — Rupert Murdoch Copy Share Image