Pastoral Resources

My mother played piano so we always had music around the house.

My mother was a Northern woman, daughter of Hon. John Sergeant, a distinguished lawyer, and for many years representative in Congress from Philadelphia.

THE autumn of 1850 brought an event freighted with deep significance to me. My mother died.

Even if my mother had no qualms of conscience concerning ownership of negroes, her sense of duty carried her far beyond the mere supplying of their physical needs, or requiring that they render faithful service.

Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.

But I was very, very unhappy because my mother was very charming and generous, but to me, very dominating.

I never knew motherhood could be so truly gratifying until I had Natasha.

I couldn't even go to the bathroom alone. My mother or a social worker always went with me.

My mother used to tell me, No matter what they ask you, always say yes. You can learn later.

If Congress refuse to listen to and grant what women ask, there is but one course left then to pursue. What is there left for women to do but to become the mothers of the future government?

Good mothers know that their relationship with each of their children is like a movable feast, constantly changing and evolving.

My mother wanted me to be a concert pianist.

I was born with a natural gift. My mother recognized the talent.

It was so satisfying for me - a great reward, just to see it done well. And it was beautifully directed by my daughter Susan Riskin. Imagine, a play about my mother directed by my daughter?!

It was good for us, I suppose. Those kinds of times produce qualities in us that make us better for having had them. My parents were not getting along. My mother was quite intolerant of friendships that were being developed.

For the purposes of the play, it was perfect to be able to use that and the stresses and strains that there were. At the end of the play, the mother realizes the terrible things she had done.

I wish I had a great relationship with my mother.

The mother art is architecture. Without an architecture of our own we have no soul of our own civilization.

When there is a voice in a piece of music, we tend to focus on the voice. That is probably something from when we were babies and we depended on hearing our mother's voice.

A mother becomes a true grandmother the day she stops noticing the terrible things her children do because she is so enchanted with the wonderful things her grandchildren do.