My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.
As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.
Hide yourself in God, so when a man wants to find you he will have to go there first.
It's not always easy being her daughter.' I think,' she said, 'sometimes it's hard no matter whose daughter you are.
To be the father of growing daughters is to understand something of what Yeats evokes with his imperishable phrase 'terrible beauty.' Nothing can make one so happily exhilarated or so frightened: it's a solid lesson in the limitations of self to realize that your heart is running around inside someone else's body. It also makes me quite astonishingly calm at the thought of death: I know whom I would die to protect and I also understand that nobody but a lugubrious serf can possibly wish for a father who never goes away.
We’re all carrying our coffins with us every day.” Or “We are all constantly cheating death.
Remember and honor our Mothers always in the spiritual and physical realms.
No, I am never setting foot in this house again it scares me and makes me sad and I wish you could be a mom whose eyes worked but I don't think you can.
I want to tell him that it's just a stupid car, but bits of me are scattered all over town; the graveyard, school, Cassie's room, the motel, and standing in from of the sink in my mother's kitchen. It takes too much energy to gather all the bits together, so I just sit there and watch him implode.
She serves me a piece of it a few minutes out of the oven. A little steam rises from the slits on top. Sugar and spice - cinnamon - burned into the crust. But she's wearing these dark glasses in the kitchen at ten o'clock in the morning - everything nice - as she watches me break off a piece, bring it to my mouth, and blow on it. My daughter's kitchen, in winter. I fork the pie in and tell myself to stay out of it. She says she loves him. No way could it be worse.
With the utmost love as our motivation, we somethings think we are doing what is best for our children by protecting them from unpleasantness or cruelty. All we are really doing is shielding ourselves from owning up to misfortune or bad judgment.
She was her own Enigma Code and me and my dad were not Bletchley Park.
Palmira. She’s like an apparition floating unknowingly into her future,' I said. 'Here for too brief a time.
Raising a daughter who is aware and knowledgeable of the world so that she can navigate through it with her eyes open, rather than closed, can be one of her best protection. Knowledge is power. - Raising A Strong Daughter: What Fathers Should Know by Finlay Gow JD and Kailin Gow MA
She's my best friend—she's everything to me. It's always just been me and her against the world.
In 1947 I married Rowena Palmer, and we have two daughters, Alison and Claire, and a son, John.
Today, Arizona's sons and daughters, mothers and fathers are proudly serving their country.
The daughters of God don't brake for jerks.
Even the pallid daughters of Albion forget for a moment their Pre-Raphaelite poses by burying themselves in the sonorous sortilege of the Antilles.
I think daughters can change the perception of their fathers.