“When I was eight years old, I wrote a paragraph-long short story about a goat on my mother's hundred-pound, black-and-white-screen laptop. The story came about largely because I liked the way the word 'goat' looked on the page, but I decided then and there that I wanted to be a writer. That desire never changed.” WayYearsLongStoriesWantedMotherDesireBlackWhiteChangedPagesHundredDecidedEightScreensPoundsShort StoryBlack And WhiteNever ChangeGoatsParagraphLaptops Author:Tea Obreht
“I never know what to get my father for his birthday. I gave him a hundred dollars and said, 'Buy yourself something that will make your life easier.' So he went out and bought a present for my mother.” KnowsSaidHumorFunnyMotherFatherBirthEasierHundredDollarsFather Son Author:Rita Rudner
“Sing! Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings? Ah, who is this lady fine? The Vine, boys, the Vine! The mother of the mighty Wine, A roamer is she O'er wall and tree And sometimes very good company.” SometimesMotherCompanyBoysTreeWallFineHundredWineVery GoodRingsVinesGood Company Author:Bryan Procter
“Then take me on your knee, mother; And listen, mother of mine. A hundred fairies danced last night, And the harpers they were nine.” LastsMotherNightMinesHundredNineKneesFairyTake MeLast NightHarper Author:Mary Howitt
“When I was a kid, the punishment I disliked the most was writing sentences. My mother loved to make me record my transgressions--always a minimum of five hundred times--and she even bought special spiral notebooks for me to fill up.... No matter how many notebooks I went through, there was always another one waiting in the kitchen drawer.” WritingMatterKidsMotherWaitingRecordsFiveSpecialHundredSentencesPunishmentKitchenMinimumNotebookDrawersSpiralsTransgression Book:Learning to Sing: Hearing the Music in Your Life Source: Learning to Sing: Hearing the Music in Your Life
“In order to provide the German housewife, above all mothers of many children...with tangible relief from her burdens, the Fuhrer has commissioned me to bring into the Reich from the eastern territories some four to five hundred thousand select, healthy, and strong girls.” ChildrenMotherOrderGirlStrongFiveFourHealthyThousandHundredBurdenReliefTerritoryEasternSelectTangibleHousewifeStrong Girl Author:Fritz Sauckel
“Both my mothers family and my fathers family go back almost a hundred years in the district. I was born in the district, raised in the district, raised my family in the district. And so thats the way I see myself.” WayYearsMotherFatherBornHundredMy FamilyRaised Author:Ann Kirkpatrick
“Now that I am in my forties, she [my mother] tells me I'm beautiful; now that I am in my forties, she sends me presents and we have the long, personal and even remarkably honest phone calls I always wanted so intensely I forbade myself to imagine them. How strange. Perhaps Shaw was correct and if we lived to be several hundred years old, we would finally work it all out. I am deeply grateful. With my poems, I finally won even my mother. The longest wooing of my life.” IfsYearsLongWantedBeautifulMotherImagineHonestStrangeHundredGratefulPhonesFortyWorking ItPhone CallsWooing Book:Braided Lives: A Novel Source: Braided Lives: A Novel
“The child--a skilled actor with a hundred masks: a different one for his mother, father, grandmother or grandfather, for a stern or lenient teacher, for the cook or maid, for his own friends, for the rich and poor. Naive and cunning, humble and haughty, gentle and vengeful, well behaved and willful, he disguises himself so well that he can lead us by the nose.” WellsChildrenDifferentMotherActorsFatherPoorRichTeacherHundredHumbleCooksNosesGentleMaskGrandmotherGrandfatherDisguiseNaiveCunningRich And PoorMaidsHaughtyVengefulLenient Author:Janusz Korczak
“At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family. My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father helped Caleb with his homework. There was a fire in the fireplace and peace in my heart, as I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and everything was quiet. I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.” PeopleHeartHomeKidsUsedMotherNightFatherHurtTalkingBoysFireMy HeartQuietHundredMy FamilyTablesCalmDinnerSupposed To BePleasantNeighborhoodStomachLaughedHomeworkDinner TableClamorScarvesFireplacesCaleb Author:Veronica Roth
“Gargantua, at the age of four hundred four score and forty- four years begat his son Pantagruel, from his wife, named Badebec, daughter of the King of the Amaurotes in Utopia, who died in child-birth: because he was marvelously huge and so heavy that he could not come to light without suffocating his mother.” YearsChildrenLightAgeDeathMotherFourWifeSonHugeBirthKingsDaughterHundredDiedHeavyScoreFortyFour YearsUtopiaSuffocatingBirth Of A Child Author:Francois Rabelais
“As I grew up I got cynical. I'd see Mother enthusiastic and involved with charlatans. Numerologists and astrologists who charged five hundred dollars for a 'reading' which was so vague you could twist the meaning any way you wanted.” WayWantedMotherReadingFiveGrewInvolvedGrew UpHundredDollarsCynicalVagueTwistsEnthusiasticCharlatans Book:Green Darkness Source: Green Darkness
“In the early forties and fifties almost everybody "had about enough to live on," and young ladies dressed well on a hundred dollars a year. The daughters of the richest man in Boston were dressed with scrupulous plainness, and the wife and mother owned one brocade, which did service for several years. Display was considered vulgar. Now, alas! only Queen Victoria dares to go shabby.” MenYearsWellsEnoughYoungMotherWealthWifeFashionDaughterHundredDollarsDareQueensFortyDisplayVulgarAlasBostonVictoriaYoung LadiesShabbyWives And MothersPlainness Author:M. E. W. Sherwood
“Navajo infants get so attached to cradleboard that they cry to be tied into it. Kikuyu infants in Kenya get handed around several"mothers," all wives to one man. . . . Mothers in rural Guatemala keep their infants quiet, in dark huts. Middle-class American mothers talk a blue streak at them. Israeli kibbutz mothers give them over to a communal caretaker . . . Japanese mothers sleep with them. . . . All these tactics are compatible with normal health--physical and mental--and development in infancy. So one lesson for parents so far seems to be: Let a hundred flowers bloom.” MenGivingSeemsMotherParentDarkSleepClassWifeMiddleCryFlowerDevelopmentLessonsQuietNormalHundredBlueMiddle ClassOne ManTiedInfantTacticsIsraeliInfancyKenyaCompatibleStreaksHutsBlooming FlowerCaretakersGuatemalaNew Parents Author:Melvin Konner
“My mother handed down all these amazing scarves from the sixties and seventies, and I have a hundred of them.” MotherHundredSixtySeventiesScarves Author:Kelly Wearstler