If a man has been his mother's undisputed darling he retains throughout life the triumphant feeling the confidence in success which not seldom brings actual success along with it.

Obedience is the mother of success and is wedded to safety.

My mother was the dearest sweetest angel. She didn't talk she sang. She was a tower of strength.

And when I look at my mother I reflect on her strength and endurance. She's cranky sometimes but she is lovable and loving. I'd be happy to be there at 86.

I realized that while I would never be my mother nor have her life the lesson she had left me was that it was possible to love and care for a man and still have at your core a strength so great that you never even needed to put it on display.

Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.

If a tie is like kissing your sister losing is like kissing you grandmother with her teeth out.

I had a little insight into life that most kids probably didn't have. My mother was a schoolteacher and my father was a social worker. Through his eyes I saw the underside of society.

A society deadened by a smothering network of laws while finding release in moral chaos is not likely to be either happy or stable.

I'm 23 years old. I might just be my mother's child but in all reality I'm everybody's child. Nobody raised me I was raised in this society.

Life was a lot simpler when what we honored was father and mother rather than all major credit cards.

I don't remember ever deciding to become a performer. I just always was. I began performing by mimicking the performers on the new television that first took the attention away from me as the baby of the household. I continued performing to put a smile on my grandmother's face and always considered her when accepting or declining roles.

My mother-in-law speaks not a word of English. I speak not a word of Tajiki. So I smile at her ingratiatingly and she fixes me with a beady eye.

I was sent to a finishing school which didn't last long when mother found out how badly chaperoned we were. Then I 'came out' before going to a domestic science school.

I hope every woman out there who wants to be a mother and is suffering with infertility will explore all the options and know that if you choose the science route it is okay.

My training in Science of Mind had begun with my mother. She took me to a different church every Sunday and she encouraged me to question the minister afterward.

My parents divorced when I was born and my mother is a political science professor like a feminist Mormon which is sort of an oxymoron.

I had people in my life who didn't give up on me: my mother my aunt my science teacher. I had one-on-one speech therapy. I had a nanny who spent all day playing turn-taking games with me.

No delusion is greater than the notion that method and industry can make up for lack of mother-wit either in science or in practical life.

I was so sad from losing two of my dogs and my mother. I had this vision of all these animals sitting behind bars. They had no control and were scared. That's why I got into fostering and adopting animals out.

My mother and father were very strange people. They tried to be funny which is always very sad to me.

I'm incredibly sad that my mother's not here to see my kids and that my kids don't get to know her. And she didn't meet my husband. That's one of the hardest things. I don't even know how to put that into words.

When I look back at those pictures of my mother performing - and listen to her recordings - it makes me sad to think that all of that joy she found in her work came to an end. I wish she hadn't had to make that sacrifice even if it was for the benefit of my father and siblings and me.

My mother sent me to psychiatrists since the age of four because she didn't think little boys should be sad. When my brother was born I stared out the window for days. Can you imagine that?