Pastoral Resources

We experience moments absolutely free from worry. These brief respites are called panic.

When you're a mom and you have three children, nothing bothers you. Trust me. Who cares what people say? I've got other things to deal with.

My mom decorated with lots of antiques. I never liked it when I was a little girl - I wanted to live in a modern house. But now I love it.

I was always at peace because of the way my mom treated me.

Mom and Pop were just a couple of kids when they got married. He was eighteen, she was sixteen and I was three.

Like all tools, modern technology has produced some wonderful moments in music and also some horrors.

I lived in small town out in the desert and my friend used to steal his mom's car in the middle of the night. He'd drive over to my house, I'd sneak out and we'd go out to the desert and just burn things down.

My earliest acting memory is making up a play for my mom and dad called The Lonesome Baby. I have no idea what The Lonesome Baby was about. I just remember the title. But I'm sure it was an epic.

I auditioned on my own. I tried to make a mark for myself without anybody's help, not even Mom's.

I always wanted to be a mom.

There is nothing like becoming a mom to fill you with fear.

Trying to be Supermom is as futile as trying to be Perfect Mom. Not going to happen.

In fact, my mom always told me because I was the daughter of an Army officer born overseas in Paris, France, that under the Constitution she believed that I could never run for president.

There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees.

Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.

I think it's time for me to get out, because at the moment I'm only thinking about fishing 21 hours a day, and they're the waking moments. And even when I close my eyes I'm thinking about it.

My mom's a Catholic, and my dad's a Jew, and they didn't want anything to do with anything.

What is thematically posited is only what is given, by pure reflection, with all its immanent essential moments absolutely as it is given to pure reflection.

But the universe, as a collection of finite things, presents itself as a kind of island situated in a pure vacuity to which time, regarded as a series of mutually exclusive moments, is nothing and does nothing.

My mother kept asking me, 'When are you going to do a gospel album?' And I've always wanted to do a gospel album. Everybody was going on about it, so mom started hounding me more.