mother [Theme] Page 5

Friends come and go, but brothers and sisters always stay.

She used the policy of carrot and stick skillfully, like a samurai with his sword. She could say: I

You are bitter that someday you will have to part with someone. But after all, each of us will be born and just as inevitably die. And the drama of people is that they cannot prepare themselves for separation from their loved ones. If a mother understood that her children are only treasures given to her for storage, for temporary storage, she would, seeing in them God's gift, which should be returned to her improved, polished, would not look for herself in children, but would see in them that power of the highest, one love, which creates in the whole universe.

They're coming to kill us.

All mothers should be loved, but all their crazy desires should be indulged.

"Children are powerless," Kawashima muttered under his breath. The tears streaming down his cheeks came as a complete surprise to him, and he finished his glass of whiskey in one gulp. No matter how terribly beaten they are, the children cannot respond in kind. Even if their mother walks them around with a shoe horn, a vacuum cleaner hose, a kitchen knife handle, strangles them, scalds them with boiling water, they do not try to run away from her, they do not dare to truly hate. Children are passionate about loving their parents. Rather, they will begin to hate not relatives, but themselves. Love and rage are so intertwined in them that when they become adults and enter into some kind of relationship with other people, only hysterical behavior can save them from heartache.

She sat on the enemy's lap, trying to ease his pain. So clear and simple. Like twice two. Lose the one you love. Lose a mother. It's like some kind of separate language in which there were no sides - everyone understood it.

She wondered so often what had become of him. How that guy who was always a boor, too arrogant, but still just a man, turned into a hardened bathyscaphe, surrounded by darkness. And here it is, the answer. So logical and simple in its essence. Mother.

“I've cut a thousand of them,” he said, “but it won't bring him back.

And if a mother, then he will be a rag and a heel.

My mother was one such person among the unprotected, whom you not only love - on the contrary, not at all - but somehow suddenly for some reason you regret it, for meekness, or what, however, for what? this is always unknown to anyone, but you will regret it for a long time; you will regret it and get attached ... Sometimes it happens that you won’t get rid of it.

Being a mother means knowing love and loss equally.

did you come to study, or so that mother *** would not give?

they will avenge us.