mothers and daughters Quotes

“When a daughter loses a mother, she learns early that human relationships are temporary, that terminations are beyond her control, and her feelings of basic trust and security are shattered. ”

“When a mother dies, a daughter’s mourning never completely ends.”

“When a daughter loses a mother, the intervals between grief responses lengthen over time, but her longing never disappears. It always hovers at the edge of her awareness, prepared to surface at any time, in any place, in the least expected ways.”

“When a mother dies, a daughter grieves. And then her life moves on. She does, thankfully, feel happiness again.”

“But the missing her, the wanting her, the wishing she were still here—I will not lie to you, although you probably already know. That part never ends.”

“There is an emptiness inside of me -- a void that will never be filled. No one in your life will ever love you as your mother does. There is no love as pure, unconditional and strong as a mother’s love. And I will never be loved that way again.”

“A mother’s death also means the loss of the consistent, supportive family system that once supplied her with a secure home base, she then has to develop her self-confidence and self-esteem through alternate means.”

“Without a mother or mother-figure to guide her, a daughter also has to piece together a female self-image of her own.”

“I truly believe that the death of my mother has made me the way I am today. I am a survivor, mentally strong, determined, strong-willed, self-reliant, and independent.”

“Someone did us all a grave injustice by implying that mourning has a distinct beginning, middle, and end.”

“I also keep most of my pain, anger and feelings inside. I refuse to be vulnerable to anyone, especially my husband. The only people who see that more emotional or softer side are my children. That too because of my mother.”

“The degree to which a surviving parent copes is the most important indicator of the child’s long-term adaptation. Kids whose surviving parents are unable to function effectively in the parenting role show more anxiety and depression, as well as sleep and health problems, than those whose parents have a strong support network and solid inner resources to rely on.”

“It’s impossible to undo fifteen or twenty years of learned behavior with a mother in only a few months. If it takes nine months to bring a life into this world, what makes us think we can let go of someone in less?”

“The result? A sense of inner fragility and overriding vulnerability. She discovers she’s not immune to unfortunate events, and the fear of subsequent similar losses may become a defining characteristic of her personality.”

“I miss her when I can’t remember what works best on insect bites, and when nobody else cares how rude the receptionist at the doctor’s office was to me. (...) It’s the fact that I can’t ask her for these things that makes me miss her all over again.”

“When my mother died, a lot of people tried to comfort me by saying, ‘Well, you still have your father. You still have a brother and sister. You have a wonderful husband and beautiful children.’ And you know what? That’s all true. That’s all completely true. But I still don’t have my mother.”

“She loses not only her mother but also the encouragement and revalidation of the self she needs as well as the real sharing she would want to do with her mother at that time.”

“Every cause is painful, and every loss leaves us wondering how we could have acted otherwise to prevent the death. But because different causes of death provoke sufficiently different responses, the specific way a mother dies or leaves influences how her daughter will respond.”

“Joana still had her mother. Reuniting with her mother was her motivation. She would slay dragons to get to her. Mother was anchor. Mother was comfort. Mother was home. A girl who lost her mother was suddenly a tiny boat on an angry ocean.”

“‘You don’t get to be the mother if you show up after the kids are already grown up. She’s like all those animals at the end of the story who show up to eat the Little Red Hen’s bread.’”

“‘People are going to feel sorry for me, and I won’t ever have any normal relationships—and it’s always going to be because I didn’t have a mother. Always. That’s the ultimate kind of broken.’”

“It was a myth that every mother and daughter were best friends, but friendship was far less important than family. Friends came and went; family was always there.”

″[Ammu] was surprised at the extent of her daughter’s physical ease with him. Surprised that her child seemed to have a sub-world that excluded her entirely.”

“Mostly I thought of Mama. And when I first sat here, with my three-year-old boy beside me and the baby in my arms, it was Mama’s face I saw, Mama’s voice I heard, like it was yesterday.”

“She had avoided burying her mother beneath a blanket of white flowers for, to her, white symbolized purity, and nothing - not even death - would lead her to link Emma Tilman with purity.”

“To her mind, meanness was incompatible with purity, and meanness was the one word that, since her early childhood, she had always associated with her mother.”

“The tears that finally streamed from her eyes were tears not of mourning but of relief, and tears for the dark unknown that lay ahead of her.”

“When they buried mama, they threw dirt on the last person who’s going to exploit me.”

“If Emma had ever smiled at her, Sara Jolene had not been looking. But Emma had been adept at mental torture.”

“She’s, and I’m still not free of her.”

“My scream implodes inside me. Mother looks back, sees the dagger lying there, grabs it. The thing howls in outrage. She’s going to fight it. She’s going to be alright. […] In one swift motion, she raises the dagger and plunges it into herself.”

“We used to go everywhere together, my mother and I—visiting ancient temples, exploring local museums, watching Hindu festivals, staying up late to see the streets bloom with candlelight Now, she barely takes me on social calls. It’s as if I’m a leper without a colony.”

“I don’t care if you come home at all. It was the last thing I’d said to her. Before I ran away. Before she came after me. Before I saw her die in a vision. […] And then the scream I’ve been holding back comes pouring out of me… ”

“Oh, Gemma, how could I tell you what I’d done? That’s the curse of mothers, you know. We’re never prepared for how much we love our children, for how much we wish we could protect them by being perfect.”

“For most kids, or at least those with normal moms, they walk into a house filled with the smell of chicken frying or potatoes baking. For me, it was nail polish and burnt microwave popcorn.”

“You’ve spent her whole life holding her. Whether cradled in your arms as a baby or wrapped in your embrace as a young woman, she’s been yours to have and to hold, Mother of the Bride—until now.”

“Chronicle your adventures with photos - for yourself and for your daughter. Have a camera handy during all wedding planning sessions and outings.”

“The first time you see your grown-up little miss looking back at you from a sea of white chiffon or beaded satin glory, indeed your heart will skip a beat. You’ll find yourself blinking back tears. ”

“Let go of your daughter with grace and you’ll find her calling on you with joy.”

“Let her see your joy at spreading the news of her engagement, and be sure she hears you rave about the new ring on her finger.”

“These are the things that make it real. The things that bring it home.”

“That elusive someday has suddenly become now. Your little girl—your jewel—is going to be a bride.”

“Don’t try to sidestep it. Embrace it. Then, Mother of the Bride, find your smile and get back to the fun!”

“Once a woman becomes a mother of the bride, I doubt one exists who can turn off her details switch and get a solid night’s sleep.”

“One of the best gifts you can give you you daughter as a mother of the bride is to make her feel special.”

“Jump right in and kick off your journey together with bridal magazines and planners, and above all, get out there and start the quest for the dress.”

“If you find yourself feeling unparalleled happiness and unexpected sadness at the same time.”

“Now the time has come to let her go, to let her begin her own family and pledge her allegiance to another.”

“The wedding-planning front will turn serious soon enough. For now, put first things first. Celebrate. Have fun!”

“It’s funny how the mother of the bride’s life undergoes an overnight transformation.”

“In the meantime, keep a small spiral notebook, a pen, and a little flashlight on your bedside table, and jot down things as they come to you.”

“Gift yourself with a journal for your own notes. For extra fun, find it in one of the wedding colors.”

“Her daughter’s absence was very painful at first. But three times a week she would receive a letter from her, and on the other days she would write to her. She would also walk in her garden, or read a little, and in this way she filled the long, empty hours.”

“She was that kind of mother: who makes you doubt yourself, who would wipe you out if you let her. But I’m not going to pretend either. For a long time I let her say what she wanted about me, and what was worse, for a long time I believed her.

“What sort of example are you to your little girls? No wonder one seems to have scarpered. Who would want a mother like you?”

“Well, my dear,” said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, “if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness, if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.”

I do not like to boast of my own child, but to be sure, Jane⁠—one does not often see anybody better looking.

She was often amused by her mother’s ways; sometimes ashamed of them; sometimes distressed by them.

“Think of my feelings as a mother.”

It was meant, doubtless, as the mother herself hath told us, for a retribution too; a torture to be felt at many an unthought-of moment; a pang, a sting, an ever-recurring agony, in the midst of a troubled joy!

“I didn’t mean to be rude, but it’s so comfortable to say all I think to you, and feel so safe and happy here.”

“How good she is to me! What do girls do who haven’t any mothers to help them through their troubles?”