Mom Quotes - Page 138

I think there's a danger of a being typecast as the all-American mom forever.

My fairy-tale life ended the moment I wanted to apply for a passport.

The moment you put something down on paper it forces you to organize and arrange these thoughts a little better.

Momentum is your next day's pitcher.

My heart and prayers go out to all single moms because it's tough, and I can't imagine any teenager dealing with a baby and all those hormones raging.

And yet he had loved her. A Bookish girl heedless of her beauty, unconscious of her effect. She'd been prepared to live her life alone but from the moment he'd known her he'd needed her.

At this very moment I'm behind on a compilation that Slave Labor is doing for Free Comic Book Day.

It’s a moment I’ll remember forever, because it belongs to me.

Sometimes the best things are the ones that aren’t planned, the decisions made while living in the moment.

My mom was [a hippie]. We weren't allowed sugar cereal. We weren't allowed processed foods - except Van de Kamp's fish sticks. We never locked the front door.

I have a hard time waking up. No alarm clock works! It sounds childish, but I seriously have my manager, my mom or a buddy of mine wake me up if I have to be somewhere. It's a serious issue! I've been very late for some serious gigs because of it!

The entrepreneurs that really make it are the ones that start with an idea but are ready to change it at a moment's notice.

I'm just mystified and fascinated by women, and I'm still single. Hence all of that, and the fact that I celebrate them so much, I understand that I'm unevolved at this exact moment to share my life with one. I wouldn't inflict that upon anyone yet. But, I'm getting closer.

When I was a little girl, rocking my little dolls, I remember thinking I would be the world's best mom, and so far I've done it.

I've always wanted to be a mom. Because I want to give a kid all of the magical gifts my mom gave me, such as love and friendship.

The weirdest thing about me is that I like to walk around naked. I grew up walking around naked in my house. My mom was like that, and my sisters. My father worked nights and slept during the day, so we had no one to hide from.

My mom was really vigorous about making sure that we saw things and that we questioned things. Education was so important to both of my parents.

I remember being seven and asking my mom if I was as pretty as Monique [my best friend in grade school]. And with all the love in the world, my mom looked at me and said, 'Oh, honey, you're so funny.' So, she doesn't lie to me...she answers the question by not answering and instead tells me what she thinks is my greatest strength.

First of all, let me get this straight: This is a JOURNAL, not a diary. I know what it says on the cover, but when Mom went out to buy this thing I SPECIFICALLY told her to get one that didn't say 'diary' on it.

My parents, last time we went to Ikea, got into a huge fight, almost got divorced. My dad accidentally put his fist through the wood. I don't know what it was made of. Just going there it's like a maze. My mom makes me go. I get lost. It's very stressful.

I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone.

Whatever it is that pulls the pin, that hurls you past the boundaries of your own life into a brief and total beauty, even for a moment, it is enough.

What interests me about thoughts is not the moment when it crystallises into formal ideas but its earlier stages.

Wit is the god of moments, but Genius is the god of ages.

The person I would trust the most is my mom. She's just really creative... She's a playwright and she's a musician.