Mother is food; she is love; she is warmth; she is earth.
Maybe it’s just a daughter’s job to piss off her mother.
Marriages which are contracted for love (so-called love-matches) have error for their father and need (necessity) for their mother.
In erotic love, two people who were separate become one. In motherly love, two people who were one become separate. The mother must not only tolerate, she must wish and support the child’s separation.
I think all mothers shine a little, you know, at least until their kids grow up enough to watch out for themselves.
For a teenage girl, a beautiful mother is a uniquely painful curse.
Fear is the mother of morals.
Do not antagonize your son! He is of an age to choose for himself. Because his choice is not your choice, do not assume that you must be right. If it is a misfortune – then accept misfortune. Be at hand to aid him when he needs aid. But do not turn him against you.
Cajole the mothers in order to obtain the daughters.[Cajoler les mères pour obtenir les filles.]
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy.
A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.
A mother’s life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.
