Mother beat the hell out of us. She'd have wild outbursts.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I would have gone home to my mother, but I'm not that crazy about my mother.
Mothers are all slightly insane.
I believe that always, or almost always, in all childhoods and in all the lives that follow them, the mother represents madness. Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.
My mom is really tough.
We struggle to understand how any mother could kill her own children.
I luckily had a very charming, lovable mom who I think everybody could see bits and pieces of their mom in.
That strong mother doesn't tell her cub, Son, stay weak so the wolves can get you. She says, Toughen up, this is reality we are living in.
And when we used to play and fight in the streets in Brooklyn and I would get hurt or something, my mother would always come out and save me. So that sort of postponed the inevitable about getting a good beating, without having somebody to come and save you.
A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.
I'm not the kind of guy a girl would take home to her mother. She'd kick the girl out and probably call the cops on me.