Quote for Today: Jonathan Franzen
And so–for the first time, it seemed–Pip had looked at her mother’s hands. The skin on the back of them wasn’t pink and opaque like her own skin. It was …
And so–for the first time, it seemed–Pip had looked at her mother’s hands. The skin on the back of them wasn’t pink and opaque like her own skin. It was …
When an actress takes off her clothes onscreen but a nursing mother is told to leave, what message do we send about the roles of women? In some ways we’re as committed …
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, the longing reveals …
The Earth loves us through its gravity and this love is ideal: It neither sticks to us nor lets us fly into the unknown darkness! ―Mehmet Murat İldan
Now we, if not in the spirit, have been caught up to see our earth, our mother, Gaia Mater, set like a jewel in space. We have no excuse now …
Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother’s womb. —Jean Arp
Final Disposition Others divided closets full of mother’s things. From the earth, I took her poppies. I wanted those fandango folds of red and black chiffon she doted on, loving …
“I’m hurt, hurt and humiliated beyond endurance, seeing the wheat ripening, the fountains never ceasing to give water, the sheep bearing hundreds of lambs, the she-dogs, until it seems the …
I’ve been talking to myself a lot lately. I don’t know what that’s about, but my mother was the same way. She hated to make small talk with other people, …
Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together. —Pearl S. Buck, To My Daughters, with Love
