M Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with M. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“My child has to be an artist,
because conceiving her will be the best art
my body has ever accommodated.”
“My child, I know you're not a child
But I still see you running wild
Between those flowering trees.
Your sparkling dreams, your silver laugh
Your wishes to the stars above
Are just my memories.
And in your eyes the ocean
And in your eyes the sea
The waters frozen over
With your longing to be free.
Yesterday you'd awoken
To a world incredibly old.
This is the age you are broken
Or turned into gold.
You had to kill this child, I know.
To break the arrows and the bow
To shed your skin and change.
The trees are flowering no more
There's blood upon the tiles floor
This place is dark and strange.
I see you standing in the storm
Holding the curse of youth
Each of you with your story
Each of you with your truth.
Some words will never be spoken
Some stories will never be told.
This is the age you are broken
Or turned into gold.
I didn't say the world was good.
I hoped by now you understood
Why I could never lie.
I didn't promise you a thing.
Don't ask my wintervoice for spring
Just spread your wings and fly.
Though in the hidden garden
Down by the green green lane
The plant of love grows next to
The tree of hate and pain.
So take my tears as a token.
They'll keep you warm in the cold.
This is the age you are broken
Or turned into gold.
You've lived too long among us
To leave without a trace
You've lived too short to understand
A thing about this place.
Some of you just sit there smoking
And some are already sold.
This is the age you are broken
Or turned into gold.
This is the age you are broken or turned into gold.”
Source: The Storyteller
“My child, if you think you have done something wrong, come to me first. If you keep on hiding from me, you will sink deeper and deeper into darkness.”
“My child looked at me and I looked back at him in the delivery room, and I realized that out of a sea of infinite possibilities it had come down to this: a specific person, born on the hottest day of the year, conceived on a Christmas Eve, made by his father and me miraculously from scratch.”
Source: Living Out Loud
“My child, Star, you gaze at the stars,
and I wish I were the firmament
that I might watch you with many eyes.”
“My child, this life is not our mother.”
Source: In the midst of the womb
“My child was not only carried by me, but by the universe.”
“My child was one of Nature's Tories pitted against a mother who was one of nurture's Lefties: it was no contest.”
“My child
Your tears
We cannot bear
My child
You are so full of laughter
And it's our greatest power”
Source: The Curved Rainbow
“My child's first word was "more," but and it's all about, "I want." "I'm going to tell you what I want and what I don't want." It's about my desire to express my preferences. And that is really innate.”
“My child, everything in life is holy.”
Source: Conversations with God: An Uncommon Dialogue
“My child, I bless you from my heart that you live long, attain devotion, and enjoy peace. Peace is the principal thing. One needs peace alone.”
Source: The Gospel of the Holy Mother Sri Sarada Devi
“My child, if you want to have a beautiful and happy life... 2 things you need... learn the art of love and practice it with your beloved one.”
“My child, it will be better for you if you accept my decisions without complaint. Do not ask me to defend my actions or to explain why one person is favored and another seems slighted. The answers to these questions go far beyond your comprehension.”
“My child, seek those things which make for peace. Cease to stir up the King against the Church, and urge upon him a better course of action. If you will promise to do this, I in return promise to entreat the merciful Lord to grant you offspring.”
“My child, what I want is muscles of iron and nerves of steel, inside which dwells a mind of the same material as that of which the thunderbolt is made.”
Source: The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda
“My child, wilt thou not at this time cry unto me, 'Abba, Father?'”
“My child, you have a flawed grasp of the nature of myth-making. I am a poet and storyteller, a creator of ballads and sagas. Pray do not confuse the exercise of the imagination with mere mendacity. I am a master of the mysteries of words, their meanings and music and mellifluous magic.”
Source: Fly By Night
“My child,you are broken. Unless you know that you are broken yourself,it will be severely laborious to love the broken people around you. You will be harsh and exacting towards them. But because you want others to like you, you will always attempt to hide your weaknesses from others. Let me strip away your masks,so that you may know who you really are.And when this truth sets you free,then shall you be free to genuinely love. Before this occurs,your love will be offered by the flask,not by the torrents of a river.”
“My childhood ambition was to be an Olympic swimmer like my aunt, but that died a quick death when I discovered other sports. I swam very competitively till I was 15, then I swam for fun until I was 18. But athletics remain a very big part of my life.”
“My childhood best friend is an anesthesiologist. It's the least amount of human interaction for a doctor. I don't think you can get that burned out on it.”
“My childhood crush once gave me a name.
‘Qandeel?’
It’s the name everyone knows me by.
Q—Queen
A—Appealing
N—Naughty
D—Dazzling
E—Elegant
E—Exquisite
L—Lovely
Well, that’s Qandeel.
But Qandeel who?
Qandeel from Shah Sadar Din, a girl who belongs to the Baloch Ma’arah
tribe.
Qandeel Baloch.
Yes. That worked. Qandeel. It was a beautiful name. What did it mean?
Qandeel ka matlab hai roshni. The light.”
Source: The Sensational Life and Death of Qandeel Baloch
“My childhood definitely revolved around my relationship with my brother. I wanted to be different. I wanted to find my way of being as intriguing and interesting as he was.”
“My childhood dream was always to be on Broadway. I wanted to end up in TV and film. It's kind of flipped, and I'm not mad about it, but my childhood dream is Broadway and I want to end up there.”
“My childhood dream was to play basketball, actually.”
“My childhood dream was to win the Olympics, and I've done that. Everything else is icing on the cake.”
“My childhood dreams are dead gone.”
“My childhood dreams were focused on being part of the effort to make humanity a multiplanetary species.”
“My childhood ended around the time of my ninth birthday, shamed into sex, obedience and fear.”
Source: My Fault
“My childhood favourite is mum's shepherd's pie, Yorkshire pudding and roasted potatoes. I remember coming home from school and going to the kitchen to help her. It's because of her that I discovered my love for cooking.”
“My childhood gave me resilience - and there's little that can surprise me in life.”
“my childhood grew thin and flat, paperlike. It was tired and threadbare, and in low moments it didn't look like it would last until I was grown up.”
“My childhood had gone by without my knowing, and it seemed as if my heart had frozen.”
Source: A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier
“My childhood had its challenges, like everyone's. It imbued me with certain things and took away others. It made me very determined.”
“My childhood has never lost its magic, it has never lost its mystery, and it has never lost its drama.”
Source: Destruction of the Father, Reconstruction of the Father: Writings and Interviews, 1923-1997
“My childhood here... was very limited. So it was a long, long time before I actually went out to Brooklyn.”
“My childhood home backed onto wheat and cotton fields.”
“My childhood in Corfu shaped my life. If I had the craft of Merlin, I would give every child the gift of my childhood.”
“My childhood in the Soviet Union was not terrible, it was very joyful.”
“My childhood involved church, or some form of church, at least four nights a week. Tuesday night was the prayer meeting. Wednesday night was Bible study. Thursday night was Youth church. Friday and Saturday we had off. (Time to sin!)”
Source: Born a Crime: Stories from a South African Childhood
“My childhood is completely... when I look back, it was '50s in New York, upper-middle class, it was completely idyllic and golden and wonderful - sweet in every way.”
“My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets upon streets. Streets to define you and streets to confine you, with no sign of motorway, freeway or highway.”
“My childhood is very vivid to me, and I don't feel very different now from the way I felt then. It would appear I am the very same person, only with wrinkles.”
“My childhood lacked affection and ambience.”
“My childhood library was small enough not to be intimidating. And yet I felt the whole world was contained in those two rooms. I could walk any aisle and smell wisdom.”
“My childhood love affair didn't die, it just vanished. Women had stopped wearing hats.”
“My childhood may have been more demented than most, because I learned to read very early and was allowed to read whatever I wanted.”
“My childhood memories, I was a juvenile to a teenager - they are truly fondest memories!”
“My childhood memories reside somewhere in my subconscious part of my brain. Somehow I feel that my subconscious part creates far more interesting things than my conscious part can ever dream of.”
“My childhood memories seem to be wreathed in the twin and far from harmonious olfactory sensations of patchouli oil and caustic soda.”