Chu: Raising daughters is like cooking a meal. You lose your appetite by the time you're finished.
Elizabeth James: [thinking she is talking to her father, who has a newspaper up between them] Hey stranger... Hallie: [puts down newspaper. then] Hey Mom, did you know that the Concorde gets you here in half the time? Elizabeth James: [flustered] Yes, I, I've heard that... Annie: [after Hallie surprises Elizabeth and Annie by arriving in London and showing up at their home before Elizabeth and Annie do] What are you doing here? Hallie: It took us abound 30 seconds after you guys left for us to realize we didn't want to lose you two again. Elizabeth James: We? Nick Parker: [walking in from another room] We. I made the mistake of not coming after you once, Lizzie. I'm not going to do that again no matter how brave you are. Elizabeth James: And I suppose you just expect me to go weak at the knees, and fall into your arms, and cry hysterically. And say we'll just figure this whole thing out. A bi-continental relationship with our daughters being raised here and there. And. And, you and I just picking up where we left off and growing old together. And... and... c'mon, Nick, what do you expect? To live happily ever after? Nick Parker: Yes. To all of the above. Except you don't have to cry hysterically. Elizabeth James: [With tears in her eyes] Oh, yes I do. [he kisses her]
Principal Woodhouse: Your daughters haven't been in school for over two weeks. Mr. Lisbon: Have you checked out back?
Sadie: [referring to Morton] I think he's dying now. What do you think he's seeing? [Krug grabs a photograph of Morton's daughters and shows it to him] Krug: Something he'll never see again.
[two drunken bikers sit down near Ennis, Alma, and their daughters at the fireworks show] Biker #1: Whoooeee! Look at this crowd. Bound to be a lot of pussy on the hoof in a crowd like this. Biker #2: All swelled up with patriotic feeling and ready to be humped like a frog. Biker #1: So where you figure the most pussy's at - Las Vegas or California? Biker #2: Hell, I don't know. But if you make it between Wyoming and Montana, I'd pick Wyoming in a minute. Ennis Del Mar: Hey, you might wanna keep it down. I got two little girls here. Biker #1: Fuck you! Asshole. [to his friend] Biker #1: Probably quit givin' it to his wife after his kids was born. You know what that's like? Alma Beers Del Mar: Ennis, let's move. Let's just move, okay? Ennis Del Mar: [to bikers] Now, I don't want no trouble from you. You need to shut your slop-bucket mouths, you hear me? Biker #2: You oughta listen to your old lady, then. Ennis Del Mar: Is that right? Biker #1: Yeah. Move somewhere else. [Ennis gets up and kicks the first biker hard in the face, then turns angrily on the second one] Ennis Del Mar: How about it? You wanna lose about half your fuckin' teeth? Huh? Biker #2: [backing off and leaving] Not tonight, bud. I'd sure rather not.
Alex Fielding: Once upon a time the magical Kingdom of Coventry was besieged by the forces of darkness. In the midst of this battle the twin daughters of Miranda and Aron were born. For their safety the twins were separated and hidden away in another dimension. Alex Fielding: 21 years later the sisters were reunited and returned to the land of their birth where they vanquished their evil Uncle Thantos. Alex Fielding: And destroyed the darkness forever. Alex Fielding: Or did they...
They were talking more distantly than if they were strangers who had just met, for if they had been he would have been interested in her just because of that, and curious, but their common past was a wall of indifference between them. Kitty knew too well that she had done nothing to beget her father's affection, he had never counted in the house and had been taken for granted, the bread-winner who was a little despised because he could provide no more luxuriously for his family; but she had taken for granted that he loved her just because he was her father, and it was a shock to discover that his heart was empty of feeling for her. She had known that they were all bored by him, but it had never occurred to her that he was equally bored by them. He was as ever kind and subdued, but the sad perspicacity which she had learnt in suffering suggested to her that, though he probably never acknowledged it to himself and never would, in his heart he disliked her.
My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.
Orsino: Make no compare Between that love a woman can bear me And that I owe Olivia. Cesario: Ay, but I know... Cesario: What dost thou know? Cesario: Too well what love women to men may owe. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter lov'd a man As it might be perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Orsino: And what's her history? Cesario: A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows but little in our love. Orsino: But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Cesario: I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too-and yet I know not.
Doomed to Hell. Every last one of you.
Tereza's mother never stopped reminding her that being a mother meant sacrificing everything. Her words had the ring of truth, backed as they were by the experience of a woman who had lost everything because of her child. Tereza would listen and believe that being a mother was the highest value in life and that being a mother was a great sacrifice. If a mother was Sacrifice personified, then a daughter was Guilt, with no possibility of redress.
What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars.
You will find out that Charity is a heavy burden to carry, heavier than the kettle of soup and the full basket. But you will keep your gentleness and your smile. It is not enough to give soup and bread. This the rich can do. You are the servant of the poor, always smiling and good-humored. They are your masters, terribly sensitive and exacting master you will see. And the uglier and the dirtier they will be, the more unjust and insulting, the more love you must give them. It is only for your love alone that the poor will forgive you the bread you give to them.
It's not always easy being her daughter.' I think,' she said, 'sometimes it's hard no matter whose daughter you are.
To be the father of growing daughters is to understand something of what Yeats evokes with his imperishable phrase 'terrible beauty.' Nothing can make one so happily exhilarated or so frightened: it's a solid lesson in the limitations of self to realize that your heart is running around inside someone else's body. It also makes me quite astonishingly calm at the thought of death: I know whom I would die to protect and I also understand that nobody but a lugubrious serf can possibly wish for a father who never goes away.
YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE YOUR MOTHER UNLESS SHE IS WHO YOU WANT TO BE. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE YOUR MOTHER'S MOTHER, OR YOUR MOTHER'S MOTHER'S MOTHER, OR EVEN YOUR GRANDMOTHER'S MOTHER ON YOUR FATHER'S SIDE. YOU MAY INHERIT THEIR CHINS OR THEIR HIPS OR THEIR EYES, BUT YOU ARE NOT DESTINED TO BECOME THE WOMEN WHO CAME BEFORE YOU, YOU ARE NOT DESTINED TO LIVE THEIR LIVES. SO IF YOU INHERIT SOMETHING, INHERIT THEIR STRENGTH. IF YOU INHERIT SOMETHING, IN- HERIT THEIR RESILIENCE. BECAUSE THE ONLY PERSON YOU ARE DESTINED TO BECOME IS THE PERSON YOU DECIDE TO BE.
I don't need to kill goats to say things. I CAN talk.
I have been told by the third grade teacher that my daughter Poppet is reading at middle school level. Yet if I leave Poppet a note in block letters telling her to feed the dogs I will come home to find the dogs have been ... given a swim in the above-ground pool, dressed in tutus, provided with hair weaves. What I will not find is that the dogs have been fed. 'I thought you wanted me to free the dogs,' says Poppet whose school district is not spending quite what D.C.'s is, thanks to voter rejection of the last school bond referendum.
Incidentally, I have also learned a bit about the importance of avoiding feminine embarrassment ('Daddy,' wrote Sophia when she enrolled at the New School where I teach, 'people will ask
No, I am never setting foot in this house again it scares me and makes me sad and I wish you could be a mom whose eyes worked but I don't think you can.
I want to tell him that it's just a stupid car, but bits of me are scattered all over town; the graveyard, school, Cassie's room, the motel, and standing in from of the sink in my mother's kitchen. It takes too much energy to gather all the bits together, so I just sit there and watch him implode.
The dangerous plant did not flower in every generation, they said.
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