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30b952e The first lesson every child of Athena learned: Mom was the best at everything, and you should never, suggest otherwise. athena heroes-of-olympus hubris mother-knows-best mothers-and-daughters percy-jackson-and-the-olympians the-mark-of-athena Rick Riordan
dfce241 All I know is that I carried you for nine months. I fed you, I clothed you, I paid for your college education. Friending me on Facebook seems like a small thing to ask in return. mothers-and-daughters Jodi Picoult
e08a2d6 "You must go further than I did," Nedra said. "You know that." "Further?" "With your life. You must become free." She did not explain it; she could not. It was not a matter of living alone, though in her case this had been necessary. The freedom she meant was self-conquest. It was not a natural state. It was meant only for those who would risk everything for it, who were aware that without it life is only appetites until the teeth are gone." mothers-and-daughters risk women James Salter
f9f70b8 One morning as I was leaving, the director said I didn't have to leave the set anymore. What happened? Why did they change their ways of treating me? I came to the realization that it was because I had a mother. My mother spoke highly of me, and to me. But more important, whether they met her or simply heard about her, she was there with me. She had my back, supported me. This is the role of the mother, and in that visit I really saw clearly, and for the first time, why a mother is really important. Not just because she feeds and also loves and cuddles and even mollycoddles a child, but because in an interesting and maybe an eerie and unworldly way, she stands in the gap. She stands between the unknown and the known. In Stockholm, my mother shed her protective love down around me and without knowing why people sensed that I had value. mothers-and-daughters Maya Angelou
58b11e9 "North is a powerful man, and you're still connected to him." Flo frowned. "Probably sexual memory, those Capricorns are insatiable. Well, you know. Sea Goat. And of course, you're a Fish. You'll end up back in bed with him." Andie slammed the car door. "You know what I'd like for Christmas, Flo? Boundaries. You can gift me early if you'd like." mothers-and-daughters relationships sex Jennifer Crusie
a76d054 "Why don't you want to see your mom? Did she burn your dolls in a sacrificial fire? Read your e-mail?" "She wants to run my life," I explain. "What a bitch. It's like she thinks she's your mother or something." "She's a psychopath," I said. "It's complicated." "Psychopaths can't afford fur coats." "This one can." mothers-and-daughters teens-on-parents Laurie Halse Anderson
a7f228c "You're not by any chance my stepmother are you?" Min said to her mother's reflection. "Because that would explain so much." -- mothers-and-daughters stepmother Jennifer Crusie
669cd65 Your unconscious wants to express the pain you feel about your own lost innocence. But your ego wants to keep it repressed. To the compromise is anxiety. mothers-and-daughters therapy unconscious Alison Bechdel
49d0095 Mothers are urgently trying to tell something to their daughters, and this urgency is precisely what repels their daughters, forcing them to turn away. Mothers are left stranded, madly holding a lump of London clay, some grass, some white tubers, a dandelion, a fat worm passing the world through itself. daughters family generations life london love mothers mothers-and-daughters repel urgency Zadie Smith
b9c8a5d Push away the past, that vessel in which all emotions curdle to regret. fiction immigrant-experience indian-authors mothers-and-daughters novel wisdom-quotes Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
4cd63aa Help me, Mother,' Peggy said, and tears came to her eyes as they always did when she spoke to her, because she would never get over the emptiness of a world that no longer held her mother. mothers-and-daughters Peggielene Bartels and Eleanor Herman
1ddc560 I don't put much stock in remembering things. Being able to forget is a superior skill. divakaruni fiction houston immigrant-fiction indian indian-american mothers-and-daughters novel Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
6acd669 Ebb and flow, ebb and flow, our lives. Is that why we're fascinated by the steadfastness of stars? The water reaches my calves. I begin the story of the Pleiades, women transformed into birds so Swift and bright that no man could snare them. divakaruni fiction immigrant-experience indian-american indian-authors mothers-and-daughters novel women-s-fiction Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
1a5f4c1 What is the nature of life? Life is lines of dominoes falling. One thing leads to another, and then another, just like you'd planned. But suddenly a Domino gets skewed, events change direction, people dig in their heels, and you're faced with a situation that you didn't see coming, you who thought you were so clever. divakaruni fiction immigrant-fiction indian-american love mothers-and-daughters novel relationships women-s-books Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
e57d1fe My mother clutches at the collar of my shirt. I rub her back and feel her tears on my neck. It's been decades since our bodies have been this close. It's an odd sensation, like a torn ligament knitting itself back, lumpy and imperfect, usable as long as we know not to push it too hard. divakaruni immigrant-experience india indian-american love mothers-and-daughters novel novel-in-stories women-s-books Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
5303fad Have I been conditioned to believe that if I am not solicitous, if I am not forthcoming, if I am not a never-ending cornicopia of entertaining delights, they will take their collections of milk-bottle tops and their mangy one-eared teddy bears and go away into the woods by themselves to play snipers? Probably. What my mother thinks was merely cute may have been lethal. cuteness men-and-women mothering mothers mothers-and-daughters Margaret Atwood
5822c60 If I look closely, I can almost see myself floating in my mother's palm. Yet, when I shut my eyes, I find a different image of my mother releasing me as we dance in the storm and twirl in separate circles that cause the water to ripple from us in widening rings which merge in one ebbing bracelet of waves where the borders of the quarry meet the water, far from the center where my mother and I continue to spin our bodies in the radiant sheen of lightning. floating lightning mother mother-s-palm mothers-and-daughters quarry spin twirl water Ursula Hegi
444796a She lifts her eyes, and there is Death in the corner, but not like a king with his iron crown, as the epics claimed. Why, it is a giant brush loaded with white paint. It descends upon her with gentle suddenness, obliterating the shape of the world. immigrant-fiction india indian indian-american mothers-and-daughters novel Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
e836459 Have I been conditioned to believe that if I am not solicitous, if I am not forthcoming, if I am not a never-ending cornicopia of entertaining delights, they will take their collections of milk-bottle tops and their mangy one-eared teddy bears and go away into the woods by themselves to play snipers? Probably. What my mother things was merely cute may have been lethal. entertaining mothering mothers mothers-and-daughters solicitous well-behaved-women Margaret Atwood
a580a1d In my teens and early twenties, I often went clothes shopping with my mother and I could always see her dismay at where I am forced to shop. I could see that she wished her daughter had a different body. I could see her humiliation and frustration. ... I harbored no small amount of frustration, or anger, for her words, for her disappointment in me, for my inability to be a good daughter, for one more thing I couldn't have - the simple pleasure of having fun while shopping with my mother. mothers-and-daughters Roxane Gay
228338f I used to joke that we had prepared ourselves for a time like this by living with Mother. The problem with such a state of affairs was not that you did not get to do what you wanted---sometimes you did---but the effort to appease or resist the reigning deities left you so exhausted that it prevented you from ever really having fun. To this day having fun, just plain enjoying myself, comes at the cost of a conviction that I have committed an undetected crime. growing-up mothers-and-daughters Azar Nafisi
34ba20b But inside loss there can be gain, too,like the small silver spider Bela had discovered one dewy morning, curled asleep at the center of a rose. child-narrator divakaruni fiction immigrant-fiction india indian-american mothers-and-daughters novel women-s-fiction Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
dadb91c M. I've never really thought of M objectively before, as another person. She's always been my mother I've hated or been ashamed of. Yet of all the lame ducks I've met or heard of, she's the lamest. I've never given her enough sympathy. I haven't given her this last year (since I left home) one half of the consideration I've given the beastly creature upstairs just this last week. I feel that I could overwhelm her with love now. Because I haven't felt so sorry for her for years. I've always excused myself--I've said, I'm kind and tolerant with everyone else, she's the one person I can't be like that with, and there has to be an exception to the general rule. So it doesn't matter. But of course that's wrong. She's the last person that should be an exception to the general rule. Minny and I have so often despised D for putting up with her. We ought to go down on our knees to him. mothers-and-daughters John Fowles
5e0bcc3 I was a married woman! she said. Why does every generation believe it is the discoverer of pleasure? Your father was a spectacular lover. Even through the wall, I could hear the triumph in her voice. marital-satisfaction mothers-and-daughters pleasure Karen Essex
82c882f [Lynda's mother] You're stupid and you don't know it, you're problem. You talk, talk, talk, all the time. No one wants to listen to an idiot. [Young Lynda] Uh. OK. Thanks, Mom. mothers-and-daughters stupidity Lynda Barry
03ba352 So I guess what I'm trying to say is that life is fast. And it keeps speeding up. Sometimes I lose track of the season--or even the year. And we just have to make the best of it all. life love mothers-and-daughters Emily Giffin
acf02dc "Would you like to come in?" I said. My hands were sweaty. Inside my chest an ocean heaved and crashed and heaved again. "I would," he said. I saw his Adam's apple jerk as he swallowed. "Thank you." I was distracted by that thank you. We had moved past the language of formality long ago. It was strange to relearn it with each other." divakaruni fiction immigrant-experience immigrant-fiction indian indian-authors love-mothers-and-daughters mothers-and-daughters novel women-s-fiction Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
5aaa8c4 Bela had thought she knew what love felt like, but when she saw Sanjay at the airport after six long months, her heart gave a great, hurtful lurch, as though it were trying to leap out of her body to meet him. This, she thought. This is it. But it was only part of the truth. She would learn over the next years that love can feel a lot of different ways, and sometimes it can hurt a lot more. divakaruni immigrant-experience india indian-american indian-fiction mothers-and-daughters novel Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
db69533 She put on some music. Drum and flute, I think. She played it soft, because it was dreadfully late, a time when all good men and women, or at least the practical ones, had gone to bed. Then she danced for me. fiction immigrant-experience india indian-authors mothers-and-daughters womens-fiction Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
8fba30a The first dinner-party of a bride's career is a momentous occasion, entailing a world of small anxieties. The accomplishments which have won her acclaim in the three years since she left the schoolroom are no longer enough. It is no longer enough to dress exquisitely, to chuse jewels exactly appropriate to the situation, to converse in French, to play the pianoforte and sing. Now she must turn her attention to French cooking and French wines. Though other people may advise her upon these important matters, her own taste and inclinations must guide her. She is sure to despise her mother's style of entertaining and wish to do things differently. In London fashionable people dine out four, five times a week. However will a new bride - nineteen years old and scarcely ever in a kitchen before - think of a meal to astonish and delight such jaded palates? dinner-party mothers-and-daughters Susanna Clarke
4bc97e0 Our choices. Our fleeting moments together. life love mothers-and-daughters Emily Giffin
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