Not every daughter mourns the loss of a mother.
Rasmenia Massoud, Broken Abroad.
“A city isnt so unlike a person. They both have the marks to show they have many stories to tell. They see many faces. They tear things down and make new again.”
“We laughed the way that only people who carry each other back from Hell can laugh when they finally get a hunger for the future once again.”
“Hate isnt the opposite of love, apathy is. Hating doesnt free you from feeling anything. You have to carry it around, using every scar, every little memory like a building block. Like a stone in a ...”
“I envy you, your youth. Every woman is still a dream, a thing that cant exist. Even when you touch her, a creature too beautiful to be real or to cause real pain. Its different for old men. We have...”
“A city isn’t so unlike a person. They both have the marks to show they have many stories to tell. They see many faces. They tear things down and make new again.”
“I envy you, your youth. Every woman is still a dream, a thing that can’t exist. Even when you touch her, a creature too beautiful to be real or to cause real pain. It’s different for old men. We ha...”
“My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.”
“As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beati...”
“It's not always easy being her daughter.' I think,' she said, 'sometimes it's hard no matter whose daughter you are.”
“She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, feared at tea-parties, hated in shops, and loved at crises.”
“For we think back through our mothers if we are women.”
“He is a young man with a future of power and opportunity and we are young women destined to be either wives and mothers at the very best, or spinster parasites at the worst.”