Quotes on Mama

My mama always used to tell me: 'If you can't find somethin' to live for, you best find somethin' to die for.'

River gonna take me, Sing me sweet and sleepy,_x000D_ _x000D_ Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home, _x000D_ _x000D_ It's a far gone lullaby sung many years ago_x000D_ _x000D_ Mama, Mama, many worlds I've come since I first left home

Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!

My mama told me I was already in a hurry as a child. I even had measles and chicken pox at the same time

When we were at school we were taught to sing the songs of the Europeans. How many of us were taught the songs of the Wanyamwezi or of the Wahehe? Many of us have learnt to dance the rumba, or the cha cha, to rock and roll and to twist and even to dance the waltz and foxtrot. But how many of us can dance, or have even heard of the gombe sugu, the mangala, nyang umumi, kiduo, or lele mama?

Children when they ask you why your mama so funny say she is a poet she don't have no sense

Mama always said, dying was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't.

Grandma told me Mama was once caught by the Principal for writing in the front of her book, "In Case of Fire, Throw This in First." I have never had so much respect for Mama as the day I heard this.

When my Mama asks me will I ever change, I tell her yeah... But it's clear I will always be the same until the end of time.

Beautiful as seemed mama's face, it became more lovely when she smiled and seemed to enliven everything about her.

Mama raised a hellraiser why cry, That's just life in the ghetto, do or die.

June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell rasing heavenly son.

Of emotions, of love, of breakup, of love and hate and death and dying, mama, apple pie, and the whole thing. It covers a lot of territory, country music does.

He never said "Don't tell your mama." He never had to say it. I did not know how to tell anyone what I felt, what scared me and shamed me... (109)

As long as people have been on this earth, the moon has been a mystery to us. Think about it. She is strong enough to pull the oceans, and when she dies away, she always comes back again. My mama used to tell me Our Lady lived on the moon and that I should dance when her face was bright and hibernate when it was dark.

My mother, Southern to the bone, once told me, “All Southern literature can be summed up in these words: ‘On the night the hogs ate Willie, Mama died when she heard what Daddy did to Sister.’” She raised me up to be a Southern writer, but it wasn’t easy.