Mother In Their Eyes

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All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother. 1 remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.
Abraham Lincoln My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All 1 am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her.George Washington There never was a woman like her. She was gentle as a dove and brave as a lioness... The memory of my mother and her teachings were, after all, the only capital I had to start life with, and on that capital I have made my way.Andrew Jackson A good mother is worth a hundred schoolmaster.- George Herbert Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall. GHD MK5 A mother's secret hope outlives them all.—Oliver Wendell Holmes God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers.- Jewish proverbThe heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.- Balzac The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother...... ...
... — Author UnknownIn all my efforts to learn to read, my mother shared fully my ambition and sympathized with me and aided me in every way she could. If I have done anything in life worth attention, I feel sure that I inherited the disposition from my mother.- Booker T. Washington It seems to me that my mother was the most splendid woman I ever knew... I have met a lot of people knocking around the world since, but I have never met a more thoroughly refined woman than my mother. If I have amounted to anything, it will be due to her.-Charles Chaplin

I had been heavy into drugs during that period of my life, taking mind-changing pills and smoking things that changed my personality. That accounted for the terrible, sharp words that came flying from my mouth. However, that was not the case. My only addiction was hatred; my only pleasure was to make people feel pain. ghd pretty in pink

But then I asked myself why. Why the need to hurt? And why the people I cared about the most? Why the need for all the lies'/ Why the attacks on my mother? I would drive myself mad with all the whys until one day, I couldn't stand it any longer and jump from a car moving at 80 miles per hour.Lying awake the following night at the hospital, I came to realize that I didn't want to die.And I did not want to inflict any more pain on people to cover up what I was truly trying to hide myself: self-hatred. Self-hatred inflicted on everyone else.