Kathryn Stockett Quotes About Mothers

Quotes about: Mothers

• Oh, it was delicious to have someone to keep secrets with. If I'd had a sister or a brother closer in age, I guessed that's what it would be like. But it wasn't just smoking or skirting around Mother. It was having someone look at you after your mother has nearly fretted herself to death because you are freakishly tall and frizzy and odd. Someone whose eyes simply said, without words, You are fine with me.

  Kathryn Stockett

  Mother, Brother, Eye

  Kathryn Stockett (2009). “The Help”, p.75, Penguin

• Sorry is the fool who ever underestimates my mother.

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  Mother, Sorry, Fool

  Kathryn Stockett (2009). “The Help”, p.374, Penguin

• Mississippi is like my mother. I am allowed to complain about her all I want, but God help the person who raises an ill word about her around me, unless she is their mother too.

  Kathryn Stockett

  Mother, Complaining, Want

  Kathryn Stockett (2009). “The Help”, p.469, Penguin

• I come home that morning, after I been fired, and stood outside my house with my new work shoes on. The shoes my mama paid a month's worth a light bill for. I guess that's when I understood what shame was and the color of it too. Shame ain't black, like dirt, like I always thought it was. Shame be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it.

  Kathryn Stockett

  Mother, Morning, Home

  Kathryn Stockett (2009). “The Help”, p.162, Penguin

• I give in and light another cigarette even though last night the surgeon general came on the television set and shook his finger at everybody, trying to convince us that smoking will kill us. But Mother once told me tongue kissing would turn me blind and I'm starting to think it's all just a big plot between the surgeon general and Mother to make sure no one ever has any fun.

  Kathryn Stockett

  Mother, Fun, Kissing

• Mother calls up the stairs to ask what in the world I'm typing up there all day and I holler down, 'Just typing up some notes from the Bible study. Just writing down all the things I love about Jesus.

  Kathryn Stockett

  Mother, Jesus, Writing

  Kathryn Stockett (2009). “The Help”, p.166, Penguin

• Shame ain't black, like dirt, like I always thought it was. Shame be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it.

  Kathryn Stockett

  Mother, Night, White

  Kathryn Stockett (2009). “The Help”, p.162, Penguin

• As children, we looked up to our maids and our nannies, who were playing in some ways the role of our mothers. They were paid to be nice to us, to look after us, teach us things and take time out of their day to be with us. As a child you think of these people as an extension of your mother.

  Kathryn Stockett

  Inspiring, Mothers Day, Children

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