#moth

...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#depression #earth #escape #fear #horror

What she did have, after raising two children, was the equivalent of a PhD in mothering and my undying respect. ↗

— Barbara Delinsky

#mother #mothering #respect #respect

Walking with Murphy through the bone-freezing chill toward the bus stop, I start shivering. And somehow, when he slips his arm around me to warm me up, it feels right. Righter than anything ever has. ↗

— Sonya Sones

#what-my-mother-doesn-t-know #romantic

Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it's always the children who have the fine adventures. The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#mothers #travel

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#women

All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother. ↗

— Abraham Lincoln

#hope

There were times Ruma felt closer to her mother in death than she had in life, an intimacy born simply of thinking of her so often, of missing her. But she knew that this was an illusion, a mirage, and that the distance between them was now infinite, unyielding. ↗

— Jhumpa Lahiri

#mother #death

There's no bitch on earth like a mother frightened for her kids. ↗

— Stephen King

#mothers #kids

But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#stories #story

A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts. ↗

— Washington Irving

#heart