Bellybuttons are our link with the past.

My mother is my friendWho shares with me her breadAll my hopelessness cured!Her company makes me secured!

We have to do it for my mum's sake. Because I'm hoping that the last sorry will be to her.

I cannot imagine how much I must’ve suffered in my previous lives to be fortunate enough to have parents like you in this life.

Mum was determinate to crush my spirit and put a stop to my behavior once and for all and she beat me up so violently, so often, that I finally understood I must never question her or so much as look at her directly again.

Mum is a perfectionist and Dad is a pedant and that was partly why their marriage didn't work so well, Elsa figures. Because a perfectionist and a pedant are two very different things.

Whosoever does not believe in the existence of a sixth sense has clearly not regarded their own mother. How it is they know all they know about you, even those secrets you locked away so tightly in the most hidden compartments of your heart, remains one of the great mysteries of the world. And they don't just know—they know instantly.

If you remember yourself, you will remember me. I am always a part of you. I am your mother.

My mother always wanted to live near the water," she said. "She said it's the one thing that brings us all together. That I can have my toe in the ocean off the coast of Maine, and a girl my age can have her toe in the ocean off the coast of Africa, and we would be touching. On opposite sides of the world.

We all have a reason for living I am blessed mine has two eyes a heartbeat and calls me mum.

Motherhood:The most exhausting, emotional, rewardingand life-enhancing journey a woman can take.

Your need for acceptance can make you invisible in this world. Don't let anything stand in the way of the light that shines through this form. Risk being seen in all of your glory.

Before your mother's conception of you, God knew you; before His ‪consecration of you, He had up set your assignments right! You are not an accident!‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

My mother is my teacherHer words make me richerI thank you oh my motherMay you grow and live longer!

If I would be made come to earth again, I would ask for the same mother again. If made to return 100 times to earth, I would request to be born through the same mother 100 times!

My mother is my pastor She teaches me the BibleI love her as my mentorShe tells me to be humble!

My mother is my doctorCaring for me when am illI will love her forever tillWe are gone to our creator!

My mama is my feeding bottle... She never goes empty no matter how deep I sip! Thank you mum!

Mumma said there would be days like this, Some we live happily; some a dieing wish Only the brave face the unknown, Fight for what you love and accept all the growth. When others speak their worries, clear in their fears, Remember who you are, you've worked on self for years.So listen to your Mumma, she has wise words to say,Live a life you'll be thankful of and I'll always be a phone call away.

What's this one, Mum? There's no return address, and there's like, five stamps on it. Who's it from?"Leaning forward to get a closer look at the stamps, I didn't notice the fleeting look of immense sadness pass over her face."Oh it's nothing, darling."I raised my eyebrow at her. She sighed."An overseas friend. You wouldn't know her."And before I could ask what 'her' name was, Mum had left the room.

When someone gives you advice, just ask them to give it in writing and they will either keep mum or will run from there.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad? No, that wasn't it at all. Well, they did do that, perhaps, but they also allowed you to become the person, and the writer, that you had it in you to be.

I'm justthe reason they married.Mum saysI was a surprise.Dad saysI was an accident.Truth is ...I am their mistake.

People can turn into idiots if they're alone for long enough. (Mum)

Mum always says the right thing. She always makes everything better.

My mother says I'm crazy, I'm not crazy, I just have a different way of looking at things.

The air in my home is heavy with my mom's unhappiness. And her exhaustion. And her sheer dissatisfaction with her life. And I hate it. I can be up in my room when she's in the kitchen below and I feel her despair seeping up through the floorboards. You can hear her banging pots and pans or cursing the vacuum cleaner

Polly was all too aware that much of her time on holiday would be spent doing the laundry and the cooking and the child-care and all the other chores that back in London would be shared with her cleaning lady. A holiday with Theo and the children represented two weeks of domestic and maternal drudgery.

And I couldn't tell my mother to fuck off.I'd be killed.