Author of quotes: Stephanie Wrobel

... that is maternal nature. We hide the bitter truth from children to protect them. We take the blow so they don't have to suffer.

Doctors are walking band-aids: just waiting for a chance to patch you up. You just need to tell your medical history, list the symptoms and ask for help.

Here it is, the difference between healthy and crazy: healthy people know that you can do something crazy - and they don't.

A lot can be achieved if you just listen.

No matter how terrible our relatives are, we still find the strength to love them.

It's much easier to manipulate people when they don't see you as a threat.

The child remains forever in an irredeemable debt to the mother. It's like trying to catch up with an opponent who is already twenty-five kilometers ahead of you. What is there to hope for? It doesn't matter how many cards for Mother's Day you draw, how many hackneyed phrases and declarations of love you write in them. You can even say that you love her more than your father, and wink as if you are accomplices.

No one has ever looked at me like my mother. Not dad, not Phil, not Alex. As soon as I opened my mouth, and for my mother, all other people ceased to exist. When I was in pain, she forgot about her own pain. Mom hated everyone who bullied me, more than myself. I could forgive all the bullies, but she did not forget anything.

I learned from my own bitter experience that parents do not have answers to many questions. We all really want these answers. And for the first twenty years of our life, we even believe that it is (however, it all depends on the specific parents and on how successfully they cover their asses). But in the end you realize that your parents are mere mortals, just as you once realized that Santa and the Easter bunny do not exist.

We, mothers, give our children everything, and then they suddenly decide that they no longer need our “everything”.

One girl is crying. I wish I could join her.

I'm warning you right now: I suspect I'll eventually die of cancer. My grandparents died of breast, throat, skin, and/or prostate cancers. The only mystery is which of these four I will die from. It is unlikely that from the latter.

“You're not scary,” she said. - Your face is unique, and most importantly, it is yours.

But people don't like stories of forgiveness. They want to see the bridges burn. They want a drama that makes their own lives seem normal. I was already beginning to understand this.