Once upon a time there was a widow who had two daughters. The elder was so much like her, both in looks and character, that whoever saw the daughter saw the mother.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Where the daughter sees power, the mother feels powerless. Daughters and mothers, I found, both overestimate the other's power - and underestimate their own.
I denied this for many, many years and years... but you cannot help but not see a little of my mother in the character of Edna.
Whoever marries the spirit of this age will find himself a widower in the next.
I think my mother realized she had a somewhat unusual daughter pretty early on.
I didn't even realize this at first, but there's almost no central character in any of my 24 books who doesn't have a dead mother or a lost parent.
When I see daughters with their fathers I wonder what that would be like, although not in a way that immobilises me.
The gentleman had also a young daughter, of rare goodness and sweetness of temper, which she took from her mother, who was the best creature in the world.
There is another old poet whose name I do not now remember who said, 'Truth is the daughter of Time.'
My mother gets told, 'Oh, you're so lucky that your daughters are doing so well.' She never corrects anybody when they assume Helen is her daughter.
When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.
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