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mother jobs aunt
Acting is our job, not talking about it. In France, they know me like I belong to their family. I go somewhere and I feel like Im sometimes the aunt, the grandmother, the mother, the sister. They all know me. But its not supposed to be that way. Carole Bouquet
mother daughter men
The mother must socialize her daughter to become subordinate to men, and if her daughter challenges patriarchal norms, the mother is likely to defend the patriarchal structures against her own daughters. Carol P. Christ
mother father race
Theologians frequently assert that God has no body, no gender, no race and no age. Most people state that God is neither male nor female. Yet most people become flustered, upset or even angry when it is suggested that the God they know as Lord and Father might also be God the Mother, or Goddess. Carol P. Christ
mother thinking discovery
I don't think I would have been a writer if I hadn't been a mother. I wanted to construct something that contained some of these feelings that I had, some of these discoveries or revelations. Carol Shields
mother children unique
I couldn't have been a novelist without being a mother. It gives you a unique witness point of the growth of a personality. It was a kind of biological component for me that had to come first. My children gave this other window on the world. Carol Shields
mother country struggle
The Islamic community today is faced with a new version of an old struggle. My late mother used to say it doesn't matter whether you came to this country on the Mayflower or on a slave ship, through Ellis Island or the Rio Grande. We're all in the same boat now. Carol Moseley Braun
mother father warrior
My benefactor told me that my father and mother had lived and died just to have me, and that their own parents had done the same for them. He said that warriors were different in that they shift their assemblage points enough to realize the tremendous price that has been paid for their lives. This shift gives them the respect and awe that their parents never felt for life in general, or for being alive in particular. Carlos Castaneda
mother running listening
You're in a terrible spot. It's too late for you to retreat but too soon to act. All you can do is witness. You're in the miserable position of an infant who cannot return to the mother's womb, but neither can he run around and act. All an infant can do is witness and listen to the stupendous tales of action being told to him. You are at that precise point now. You cannot go back to the womb of your old world, but you cannot act with power either. For you there is only witnessing acts of power and listening to tales of power. Carlos Castaneda
mother dream morning
Lucy said, 'We're so afraid of being sent away, Aslan. And you have sent us back into our own world so often.' 'No fear of that,' said Aslan. 'Have you not guessed?' Their hearts leapt, and a wild hope rose within them. 'There was a real railway accident,' said Aslan softly. 'Your father and mother and all of you are- as you used to call it in the Shadowlands- dead. The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning. C. S. Lewis
memories childhood fiction
A childhood is what anyone wants to remember of it. It leaves behind no fossils, except perhaps in fiction. Carol Shields
memories desire satisfied
Memory is satisfied desire. Carlos Fuentes
memories minorities five-senses
Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than a minority of them - never become even conscious of them all. C. S. Lewis
memories pleasure remembered
A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. You are speaking, Hmán, as if pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing. C. S. Lewis
memories mind nostalgic
I'm not nostalgic. My memories are back here in my mind. Agnes Varda
memories everyday special
Nostalgia doesn't make sense, because it's like bringing the memories back to be a special part of my day or to be part of my week. And I'm inside my memories the same way I'm inside my everyday life. Agnes Varda
memories exceptional ifs
I've just got an exceptional memory, if I say so myself. Alan Sugar
memories add
Say whatever your memory suggests is true; but add nothing and exaggerate nothing. Charlotte Bronte
memories years age
Memory in youth is active and easily impressible; in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years. Charlotte Bronte
reading book thinking
I don't think any good book is based on factual experience. Bad books are about things the writer already knew before he wrote them. Carlos Fuentes
reading book new-books
Read and Re-Read--"Re-reading, we always find a new book. C. S. Lewis
reading glasses vision
Diaries tell their little tales with a directness, a candor, conscious or unconscious, a closeness of outlook, which gratifies our sense of security. Reading them is like gazing through a small clear pane of glass. We may not see far and wide, but we see very distinctly that which comes within our field of vision. Agnes Repplier
reading character incidents
For my part, the good novel of character is the novel I can always pick up; but the good novel of incident is the novel I can never lay down. Agnes Repplier
reading world too-much
Reading is a heady thing. You can be into the action of someone's thoughts and take a whole trip down someone's ruminations while seconds tick by in the world that they're in, but you can't really do that in film. Some films can, but not too much. Alan Tudyk
reading serious kind
For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial. Charlotte Bronte
reading mind doe
Nothing is worth reading that does not require an alert mind. Charles Dudley Warner
reading book lambs
Don't ask me who's influenced me. A lion is made up of the lambs he's digested, and I've been reading all my life. Charles de Gaulle
reading writing character
Mr. Pickwick took a seat and the paper, but instead of reading the latter, peeped over the top of it, and took a survey of the man of business, who was an elderly, pimply-faced, vegetable-diet sort of man, in a black coat, dark mixture trousers, and small black gaiters; a kind of being who seemed to be an essential part of the desk at which he was writing, and to have as much thought or sentiment. Charles Dickens