When Frédéric breaks down
crying over his mother's death, the camera peers at him from the other side of his car window before pulling back up the road, as if retreating to a polite distance.
Not exact matches
Rejoice with me Jesus paid my frightful price — Took me to Him — Into HIS Mystical Body — That we shared in life the same tormented
cry; He had walked in His Way the same streets as I — Insane — I was never at a total loss; I KNEW the Blessed
Mother choose my Cross In Her maternal love for me and for us all; THE IMMACULATE CONCEPTION — Conceived In LOVE such a Holy Cross for me; Through Mary Jesus was someone I could serve — She knew it was the Cross that I deserved And so did I — for
over a quarter of a century I stood with Her at Calvary — a wretched sentry With the Communion of Saints, and Blessed Kateri Till Easter came for me -
American Fascists contains an exposé of family members
crying over their children's salvation ¯ which makes St. Augustine's
mother, St. Monica, a fascist ahead of her time.
I've tried the whole letting him
cry it out and
cry his self to sleep and this did not work he
cried for
over and hour and it made me feel like a HORRIBLE
MOTHER!
Brings us back to those set feeding hours all
over again If you are gently woken up by the noises (NOT
cries) of your own baby, can take him in bed with you, are allowed to rest when it SUITS YOU (without being disturbed by visiting hours,
mother meal times, and so on), you may very well not have reached the point where bottle feeding was absolutely necessary.
It was all the sweeter when I thought of my
mother and how she used to
cry over my report cards.
The scenes with his family when he comes home drunk are painful to watch, as Kovic,
crying, screams that they murdered women and children, as his
mother holds her hands
over her ears and screams that he's lying, refusing to accept the truth that he needs to share.
I remember stepping out onto a vista
over a beach view, after seeing a man
crying in a pool of blood because he killed his family; my character felt the need to blurt out «Like a
mother - f **** ing postcard».
I was at the age when compassion and excess go hand in hand, and I had
cried so hard and long
over Gone with the Wind (not its casualty lists, but Rhett's exit) that my tears had alarmed my
mother, then annoyed her.
As an all around lover of animals, my
mother will absolutely
cry over her pets» illnesses and deaths, before she would ever shed a tear
over a human being.
«Pushing thru the market Square So many
mothers sighing News had just come
over, We had five years left to
cry in
We can have understanding for a war veteran who is terrorized at night, or avoidant of loud noises and other things that resemble their traumatic experiences; yet we somehow expect children, babies at heart, to connect, relate, trust, love, reciprocate relationship when their early life experience was marinated in trauma; being beaten for
crying, left with tiny broken bones and head injuries, being used for adult sexual gratification, born drug addicted because of a
mother drug use, having rarely been held in safe arms, having felt the pain of hunger
over days, being left to
cry until there are no more tears and no one to soothe.
The pic that had me
cry was the one with you and Amanda - the gift of a
Mother's Love is written all
over her face when she was hugging you.