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“I am a wall. I am a wall. I am a wall. I am a giant and I tower above you. I am a giant and I can't hear your voice. There is familiarity in this. I spent years like this growing up, my mother hovering over my every move, me responding monosyllabically, face blank, voice blank, heart blank. It is a coping mechanism and it is easy, if you are able to block out false promises of love with the understanding of what love has become.”

“To join the company of women, to be adults, we go through a period of proudly boasting of having survived our own mother's indifference, anger, overpowering love, the burden of her pain, her tendency to drink or teetotal, her warmth or coldness, praise or criticism, sexual confusions or embarrassing clarity. It isn't enough that she sweat, labored, bore her daughters howling or under total anesthesia or both. No. She must be responsible for our psychic weaknesses the rest of her life. It is alright to feel kinship with your father, to forgive. We all know that. But your mother is held to a standard so exacting that it has no principles. She simply must be to blame.”

“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.”

“就算我们不记得经历过郑重的蜕皮或孵化仪式,现在也百分百变成了成虫,变成了苍蝇。只要活着就能自然闪亮的样子已成往昔。 在澳洲的夏夜,我妈照旧吐露着诸如“有孩子的人都认为,自己人生最精彩最有意义的事,就是生了孩子”之类的个性名言,强力劝我产卵。我依然在幼虫的闪亮与成虫的生殖之间的狭窄缝隙里,持续着大体还算满意同时莫名空虚的日常生活。”

“To make it worse, a traumatic childhood can leave you questioning yourself as an adult; even when it is clear you’ve been wronged—we still continue to doubt ourselves. A Cautionary Tale I hope this story helps you recognize negative patterns, or unbalanced business or personal relationships that are sucking the living daylight outta ya. This isn’t a story of blame, but one of reclamation.”

“Pink-rimmed, silver clouds billowing across a purple sunset, bleeding into a night sky flecked with glow-in-the-dark stars and a great, white moon—her childhood bedroom, back in Blackpines. Her mother had painted a princess, sitting in the moon’s crescent curve, her curly black hair catching stardust. The princess looked like her.”

“They wanted the real mother, the blood mother, the great womb, mother of fierce compassion, a woman large enough to hold all the pain, to carry it away. What we needed was someone who bled, someone deep and rich as a field, a wide-hipped mother, awesome, immense, women like huge soft couches, mothers coursing with blood, mother's big enough, wide enough for us to hide in, to sink down to the bottom of of, mother's who would breathe for us when we could not breathe anymore, who would fight for us, who would kill for us, die for us.”

“Putriku, bagaimana kau tahan sedemikian banyak penderitaan dan kepedihan? Bagaimana aku menahannya bersamamu dulu? Selalu kurasa, putriku, bahwa engkau mampu melakukan apa saja, memindahkan gunung atau menghancurkan batu-batu karang, walaupun tubuhmu kecil dan lemah seperti juga diriku. Namun ketika kaki-kakimu yang kecil mungil menendang-nendang dinding lambungku, aku berkata kepada diriku: Tuhan, kekuatan yang apa ada dalam tubuhku ini? Gerakanmu kuat ketika kau masih sebuah janin dan mengguncangku dari dalam, sebagaimana gunung berapi yang mengguncang bumi. Namun kutahu bahwa engkau sekecil diriku, tulang-tulangmu kecil seperti tulang-tulang ayahmu, setinggi dan serampingnenekmu, sedangkan kedua kakimu sebesar kaki para nabi. Ketika kau lahir, nenekmu mengatupkan bibirnya dalam kesedihan dan berkata: Ah, seorang anak perempuan dan jelek lagi! Bencana ganda! Kutegangkan otot-otot lambungku untuk menahan rasa sakit di rahimku dan menghentikan darah dan sambil bernafas dengan sulit karena kelahiranmu sukar dan aku menderita seakan-akan kulahirkan sebuah gunung, kukatakan kepada nenekmu: Bagiku ia lebih berharga daripada seisi dunia ini! Kudekap engkau ke dadaku dan aku pun tertidur nyenyak. Dapatkah aku, Putriku, kembali menikmati saat tidur nyenyak ketika engkau berada di dalam diriku atau setidak-tidaknya dekat denganku sehingga dapat kuulurkan tanganku untuk menyentuhmu? Atau ketika engkau berada di kamarmu di sebelah kamarku sehingga aku dapat berjingkat untuk menjengukmu waktu kau tidur?”