My mom was gone the same day I have arrivedArrived in the world and lived with one parentOne parent was my father who tried his best to beTo be a father and a mother at the same timeTime or times to remember my mom as a beautiful ParentParents Exist PARENTS EXIST
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Quote:- My mother had always taught me to write about my feelings instead of sharing really personal things with others, so I spent many evenings writing in my diary, eating everything in the kitchen and waiting for Mr. Wrong to call.
Author:- Cathy Guisewite
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- My mother is my friendWho shares with me her breadAll my hopelessness cured!Her company makes me secured!
The Great Hand Book of Quotes
Author:- Israelmore Ayivor
Category:- hope
Quote:- My mother’s dress bears the stains of her life:blueberries, blood, bleach, and breast milk;She cradles in her arms a lifetime of love and sorrow;Its brilliance nearly blinds me.
Author:- Brenda Sutton Rose
Category:- Life
Quote:- My motivation; knowing the value of life makes me live to do my very best.
Author:- Lailah Gifty Akita
Category:- motivational
Quote:- My mouth is a fire escape.The words coming outdon’t care that they are naked.There is something burning in there.
The Madness Vase
Author:- Andrea Gibson
Category:- poetry
Quote:- My Muse sits forlornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told.
Author:- Stevie Smith
Category:- poetry
Quote:- My name is Ferrum. I was the first, born of the forges, when mankind first began to experiment with iron. I rose from their imagination, from their ambition to conquer the world with a metal that could slice through bronze like paper. I was there when the world started to shift, when humans took their first steps out of the Dark Ages into civilization. For many years, I thought I was alone. But mankind is never satisfied. Others came, risen from these dreams of a new world... Then, with the invention of computers, the gremlins came, and the bugs. Given life by the fear of monsters lurking in machines, these were more chaotic than the other fey, violent and destructive. They spread to every part of the world. As technology became a driving force in every country, powerful new fey rose into existence. Virus. Glitch. And Machina, the most powerful of all.
The Iron King
Author:- Julie Kagawa
Category:- science
Quote:- My NameOnce when the lawn was a golden green and the marbled moonlit trees rose like fresh memorials in the scented air, and the whole countryside pulsed with the chirr and murmur of insects, I lay in the grass, feeling the great distances open above me, and wondered what I would become and where I would find myself, and though I barely existed, I felt for an instant that the vast star-clustered sky was mine, and I heard my name as if for the first time, heard it the way one hears the wind or the rain, but faint and far off as though it belonged not to me but to the silence from which it had come and to which it would go.
Man and Camel
Author:- Mark Strand
Category:- poetry
Quote:- My need to show what I can do is keeping me from finding out what other people can do and what we can do together.
Author:- Kate Murphy
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. 'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak. 'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? 'I never know what you are thinking. Think.
The Waste Land
Author:- T.S. Eliot
Category:- poetry
Quote:- My nose does not look like Barbie's nose and that's perfectly fine.
Author:- The Thoughtful Beast
Category:- motivational
Quote:- My one small hope for you today is this: don't let life happen to you. What I mean by that is, don't just exist in the space you occupy — I hope you really, truly live. When you wake up, I hope that you are grateful for a fresh start. I hope you notice your breath go in and out, and I hope you feel lucky to be alive. And then I hope you step outside and notice the way saying hello to a stranger can make a smile reach their eyes. I hope that you actively choose, in every passing moment, to reach for what ignites a fire inside of you. If it is a dream: pursue it relentlessly. If it is a love: make sure they know you care. Whatever you're doing, wherever you are — I hope you do it with all of your heart.
Author:- Kirsten Robinson
Category:- Love,motivational,best
Quote:- my only complaints are two:that I didn't make myself readyfor you sooner in life, thatI can't give you better,Love you more.
Author:- Jan Beatty
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- My only illness is that sometimes I'm too honest with people.
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Life
Quote:- My only regret is that you never fought to keep me in your life.
Author:- Garima Soni - words world
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- My Own Choice – Free WillYou are my father and I, your son.If you send me somewhere, I will go without a second thought nor doubt your judgment.If you demand, or ask something from me, then I shall give it to you. Considering that the thing in question is under my possession at the required time.However, choosing and making final decisions for me means that I have become a slave and not a son. Thus, you have taken away that free-will which belongs to every individual. Or, that blessing which the Creator blessed me with; from the very beginning of the creation.I can give up all the worldly possessions that are under my control, but never when it comes to taking away my free-will. Therefore, I wish to remain as a son to you and not a slave.I will not trust nor allow my soul to be taken for granted, and humiliated to such a level of not making up my own choice. No man should become a masterover another. Simply, because every slave must have a master, but a son needs only a father in life. Nothing more and nothing less!
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Love
Quote:- My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.
Underdog
Author:- Markus Zusak
Category:- time
Quote:- My Papa's Waltz:The whiskey on your breathCould make a small boy dizzy;But I hung on like death:Such waltzing was not easy.We romped until the pansSlid from the kitchen shelf;My mother's countenanceCould not unfrown itself.The hand that held my wristWas battered on one knuckle;At every step you missedMy right ear scraped a buckle.You beat time on my headWith a palm caked hard by dirt,Then waltzed me off to bedStill clinging to your shirt.
Author:- Theodore Roethke
Category:- poetry