Fear Quote by Victoria Wilcox

“(Ren's) eyes were sad but resigned. “And where will you go?” I couldn’t keep the fear out of my reply. “I don’t know.” “Please…

— Andrea Cremer

“More than anything, Natalie wanted to move to the bed, take Sophie's hand, sit beside her.Lay her head against her shoulder. But she didn't…

— Glen Hirshberg

How long has it been since you looked into the eyes of your mother and, holding nothing back, spoke those welcome words, 'Mother, I…

— Thomas S. Monson

“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 earth where…

— BJ Ward

“Grass Fires" No ease for the boy at his keyhole, his telescope, when the women's white bodies flashed in the bathroom. Young, my eyes…

— Robert Lowell

“my voice is the offspring of two countries colliding what is there to be ashamed of if english and my mother tongue made love…

— Rupi Kaur

Yes, the words of the Mother can be heard as clearly as we hear one another. But one requires a fine nerve to hear…

— Swami Vivekananda

“Hello, Josie,” they’d say with a half smile, followed by a sigh and sometimes a shake of the head. They acted like they felt…

— Ruta Sepetys

“But in the first few hundred of the thousands of pages of plain prose and careful grammar that Patricia Highsmith plied in her thirty-eight…

— Joan Schenkar

No words describe a mother's tears, no words can heal a broken heart.

— Phil Collins

“The savage rushing of the river seemed to be inside her head, inside her body. Even when the oarswomen, their guides, were speaking to…

— Alice Walker

“These hands elate my life, choke me, broil my bosom, spank me, give fire to my words, my words, mother, my heart beats in…

— Laura Gentile

“The words of my mother came to me in a yellowed letter long lost. And speaking into my present from some distant place far…

— Craig D. Lounsbrough

“My mother used to tell me to be a leader, never a follower. As a respect to my the words of my mother, I…

— Lionel Suggs

“I lay down in the mother ash dirt among the crocuses and told her it was okay. That I'd surrendered. That since she died,…

— Cheryl Strayed