Alice Sebold Quotes About Mothers

Quotes about: Mothers

• You look invincible,' my mother said one night. I loved these times, when we seemed to feel the same thing. I turned to her, wrapped in my thin gown, and said: I am.

  Alice Sebold

  Mother, Night, Gowns

  Alice Sebold (2014). “The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic”, p.150, Pan Macmillan

• His love for my mother wasn't about looking back and loving something that would never change. It was about loving my mother for everything -- for her brokenness and her fleeing, for her being there right then in that moment before the sun rose and the hospital staff came in. It was about touching that hair with the side of his fingertip, and knowing yet plumbing fearlessly the depths of her ocean eyes.

  Alice Sebold

  Mother, Ocean, Eye

  Alice Sebold (2014). “The Lovely Bones: Picador Classic”, p.198, Pan Macmillan

• A father's suspicion...' she began. Is as powerful as a mother's intuition.' ~pg 87, Ruana Singh and Jack Salmon

  Alice Sebold

  Mother, Powerful, Father

• The earth has a mouth?” Buckley asked. A big round mouth but with no lips,” my father said. Jack,” my mother said, laughing, “stop it. Do you know I caught him outside growling at the snapdragons?

  Alice Sebold

  Mother, Father, Laughing

  Alice Sebold (2002). “The Lovely Bones”, p.27, Hachette UK

• I tried to take solace in Holiday, our dog. I missed him in a way I hadn't yet let myself miss my mother and father, my sister and brother. That way of missing would mean that I had accepted that I would never be with them again; it might sound silly but I didn't believe it, would not believe it.

  Alice Sebold

  Mother, Dog, Brother

• I couldn't help but think, as I watched him, of the barrels of toxic fluids that had accrued behind Hal's bike shop where the scrub lining the railroad tracks had offered local companies enough cover to dump a stray contaner or two. Everything had been sealed up, but things were beginning to leak out. I had come to both pity and respect Len in the years since my mother left. He followed the physical to try to understand things that were impossible to comphrehend. In that, I could see, he was like me.

  Alice Sebold

  Mother, Thinking, Years

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