My mama always said, “You got to put the past behind you before you can move on.”
My momma always said, “Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”
We all eventually turn into our mothers.
Mother Nature doesn’t negotiate.
Mama always said, dying was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn’t.
Do you know how the cuckoo bird survives? By preying on a mother’s weakness.
A good son always does what his mother asks.
You know, Jill, you remind me of my mother. She was the biggest whore in Alameda and the finest woman that ever lived. Whoever my father was, for an hour or for a month, he must have been a happy man.
My mother always told me the hardest things to do in life are to trust, to have faith and to forgive.
Mama always had a way of explaining things so I could understand them.
Do I look like the mother of the future? I mean, am I tough? Organised? I can’t even balance my chequebook.
A boy’s best friend is his mother.
