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devourer--of--books · 5 years ago

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Something obvious I noticed about Agatha

Context:

I’m doing a small side-collection of my favorite scenes from WSF that I had to cut off, because just editing them out was making me sad. The first one of those (which should be up soon on AO3, under the name of ‘every memory of the sweet sunshine’) is a scene in which I have Sophie doing a bit of introspection on Agatha’s so-called ‘goodness’.

I cut off the scene for the sake of length (why, why do I always write stuff no asked for, no cares why Agatha has no car in WSF, literally no one asked) and because I didn’t want to mess with Sophie and Agatha’s arc in the fic by making her too self-aware or highlight her opinion on Agatha’s compulsive need to help other people too explicitly just yet.

But then, it occurs to me that Agatha’s behavior is not something exclusive from my fic. In fact, is something that is classical Agatha, noticeble during the entire book 1, TLEA, and even a during QFG (I’m sure it comes up during AWWP too, but I haven't picked that one up in years so I can’t speak for it). It’s a vital part of her character and I think we all know this, but it still made me kinda sad once I started to think about it.

Agatha has low-key (high-key) savior complex

So, I am not a phycologist. I don’t claim to be one either. But I’ve been doing some reading and my google skills pointed towards white knight syndrome? I’m linking the main sources I used bellow).

Hear me out,

- Let’s start with book 1 and Sophie, because I feel like that is the basis of this analysis.

- During most of book 1, we get many reasons as to why Agatha feels the need to go home. She has good reasons, Agatha knows the school is dangerous. Naturally you’d wanna go home, back to safety and bring your only friend (we’ll talk about this in a minute) with you, so they’d be safe too, right? Nothing wrong here.

- But one of the most frequent criticisms of book1!Agatha is that she is very persistent in getting Sophie to go back home with her. Very, with like, major V. Numerous times we see Sophie brush off Agatha’s attempts to help her (in Agatha’s point of view, helping her is getting her home), and it just frustrates her and makes her try harder, despite Sophie’s clear wishes for her to just leave it alone.

- When you read this, didn’t it make you feel tired for Agatha? Burnout and angry at Sophie for not listening to her friend who clearly has her best interests in mind?

- I don’t think we need to highlight every instance in which Sophie was an absolutely horrible friend and trash person to Agatha in book 1, and she just… Took that shit, because ‘they were friends’ and continued to help her (including helping her get with Tedros in service of saving her) because she’s good and the good forgive everything?

- Because good believes no one, not even Sophie, 100% evil, is beyond redemption? Because that’s how normal friendship works? I mean, sounds fake, but okay.

- Agatha literally almost dies a couple of times when Sophie goes psycho-witch on her, but we still see her feel like she needs to save Sophie. Notice that I say needs, and not only wants.

- If you don’t think Agatha and Sophie had a toxic codependent friendship during most of TSY, I don’t think we read the same books?? Their codepency tends to be a major plot point in all books??

- Very rarely do we see dynamics in which one person is 100% toxic by herself. This one is no exception. It’s easy to point out Sophie’s selfish narcissistic (borderline sociopathic) behavior as toxic, because it’s so loud and in our faces, but I don’t think we talk about how Agatha contributes to this dynamic as often as we should.

- We joke about how Agatha lets Sophie get away with everything. How annoying it can be. But why does she let Sophie get away with everything? Why does she enable Sophie’s behavior (through positive reinforcement)? Especially if the goal is to help Sophie, shouldn’t she be more incisive in ‘teaching’ Sophie that her actions have consequences?

- I mostly attributed this to Agatha’s cripplingly low self-esteem. But now that I thought a bit more, I think it’s a bit more than that. Agatha’s endless empathy for Sophie is part of why their friendship ‘works’. But for something to ‘work’, it goes both ways. We know what Sophie gets out of their dynamic: she gets to be chaotic, have Agatha clean up after her and access to bottom-less empathy and love from her. What does Agatha get?

- Mostly, Agatha gets a semi-good-ish friend. Which she thinks is the type of friendship she deserves. But she also gets to serve a purpose. Her life’s work is to save Sophie, solve Sophie’s problems. In fact we don’t see Agatha try to solve any of her own problems until Sophie pushes her away. I think Agatha needs to help Sophie because she envisions Sophie as her one redeeming quality, and linked her own self-worth to how well she can take care of her friend.

- Which is why she always feels so anxious and exhausted all the time. Agatha sacrifices her own well-being in favor of saving Sophie from the consequences of her own actions, even after Sophie tells her not to, because she believes it’s her job. If she’s not saving Sophie, than why is she here at all?

- What Agatha gets out of their dynamic is the emotional high of playing savior. She gets to be in control of something. She feels powerless and frustrated at her own issues, so she has the compulsive need to ‘fix’ others (in this case, Sophie, because Sophie is her only friend).

- Think of how Agatha tells Sophie the reason why she always let her in is because Sophie looks lonely. I don’t think this is entirely true, but there’s some truth to it. Sophie is the ‘perfect fit’ for Agatha because they’re both lonely and vulnerable. Sophie needs a getaway car from her own chaos (instead of facing it head on) and Agatha needs a purpose bigger than herself so she can feel complete.

- This is also partly why I believe she got so defensive and furious when Tedros accuses her of ‘not being able to make Sophie feel loved like he does’. Saving Sophie is a fundamental part of how Agatha defines herself so when he says this, it cuts her deeply.

- Because being Sophie’s friend and savior is directly tied to her own sense of who she is.

- Now, lets move on to how Tedros fits in this, by observing exemples during TLEA and QFG, as well as the end of book 1.

- As soon as Tedros becomes important to Agatha, we see a shift in her behavior. She now needs to protect him. But their dynamic differs from the one between Sophie and Agatha because Tedros not only rejects her help; instead, he wants to be her white knight.

- It confuses Agatha, because so far, being a savior was just her modus operandi and not at all mutual. I think there’s a line in AWWP (I know there’s a comic, so I’m not sure if it’s from that book, but I think it is, if it isn’t ignore this point) where Tedros asks Agatha what she saw in him, and she says something along the lines of him needing someone to protect him the way he protected the people he cared about.

- Tedros’ unconcious wish for someone to take care of him is what draws Agatha in, much like Sophie’s. But Tedros wants a mutual relationship, where Sophie was pretty much one-sided most the time.

- Which is why I think Agatha and Tedros clash so much, but at the same time, why they make a good pair. They’re two idiots trying to save each other. And their relationship’s life work is to figure out how to listen to what the other actually needs, not what they think the other needs. Communication is key, as usual.

- Numerous times in TLEA we hear Tedros complaining that Agatha doesn’t know how to play ‘the princess’, how she bosses him around and treats him like he’s an idiot. That, I believe, is because that is the only way she knows how to express her love: she tries to fix as many of his problems as she can, ignoring what he wants.

- She tells him she has no idea how to be anything else. Because this is all she has ever known. She saves people, they don’t save her. But Tedros wants to save her anyway. So, conflict is created.

- During part two of TLEA, we see perhaps the best example of how Agatha applies this savior narrative to benefit herself.

- When we fall back into an old habit, we don’t usually do it because it feels good. We do it because it feels familiar. And there is comfort in familiarity, especially in familiar pain.

- Agatha is having problems with communicating with Tedros, with sorting out their dynamic and with who she thinks she’s supposed to be without Sophie. So when Sophie crashes in and asks Agatha to give him up in order to fix her problems as well as the entire Woods, Agatha jumps at the chance to play the martyr, because that way she doesn’t have to fix her own problems. Like a get-out-of-jail-free card.

- Pretty sure there’s even a quote from Sophie in TLEA where she points out she could never play Good’s savior. It’s implicit that she thinks this role has always been Agatha’s. It’s what Agatha herself thinks.

- As soon as Tedros is out of the picture, we see Sophie and Agatha’s friendship restored to their codepency glory (that scene where they’re riding and the frog and scorpion analogy, was it a frog, I can’t remember, but you know the one I’m talking about). But somewhere in her mind, Agatha knows this isn’t how it’s supposed to be, because of what Tedros has showed her, and not only Tedros, but also Hester.

- I’ll save Agatha and Hester’s relationship for another dive, as this is already very long, but yeah, not toxic at all, just friends being actual good friends. In fact, most of the time Hester is the one saving Agatha. We’ll see to this later. Anyway, back to my ranting.

- Then we have the wish-fish scene, in my opinion the best Hort-scene in all the books. Hort goes ahead and calls Agatha out on her shit. Shit that she wasn’t even completely conscious she was doing (someone get these kids a therapist omg).

- We get to see tagatha make up, working out their communication issues (!!!!). “You catch me and I catch you” it’s literally the realization that Agatha finally can trust someone enough to ask for help when she needs it and that she can trust him to come to her if he needs her help. That she has finally understood that it’s not her job to save everyone and only Sophie can save herself.

- Why, why did it not end here.

- I’m gonna spare you the QFG bashing (see my other post for that content, lol), but that book did Agatha dirty. I liked that they didn’t erase her progress with Sophie, how they learned to be better friends for each other, but wtf tagatha

- This is an entire book of Agatha feeling like she needs to save Tedros all over again. There’s even an introspective moment in which she explicitly says that in the end of the day, she trusts no one but herself (why, why did you undo the ending of TLEA, why) that breaks my heart.

- Tedros pushing her away, her going behind his back, the internal dialogue Agatha has with herself… Look, I love chapter 6. Chapter 6? Great content. Tedros belatedly noticing he needs to let Agatha in (six months bitch I just-) and asking for her help. Agatha’s savior complex comes full force and she convinces Tedros to let her fix everything. Tedros ends up allowing her to do so because he is desperate. Lots of kissing and touching. My favorite chapter of QFG.

- But since the follow-up is basically Agatha noticing what she’s doing and doing it anyway (contrary to TLEA, in which as soon as she could no longer deny what she was doing she gets her shit together) it just feels like she’s regressing? Her self-worth is no longer tied to saving Sophie from herself after 3 books, only for it to be tied to saving Tedros?

- Anyway, thank you for attending my TEDtalk.

Sources:

https://amenteemaravilhosa.com.br/complexo-de-salvador/

https://www.healthline.com/health/savior-complex#how-it-affects-you

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/complexo-de-salvador-como-ele-pode-impactar-sua-vida-pessoal

https://www.healthline.com/health/mental-health/sociopath

https://www.healthline.com/health/how-to-stop-being-codependent

#school for good and evil #the school for good and evil #sge #the last ever after #quests for glory #Agatha of Woods Beyond #Sophie of Woods Beyond #tedros of camelot #Tagatha

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flutteringphalanges · 5 years ago

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Mirabile Visue

Summary: Sister Agatha Van Helsing discovers she’s in over her head when a competitive game of chess ultimately results in her becoming pregnant with the child of her worst enemy, Count Dracula. Now tied by a bond deeper than blood, the two must learn to coexist and adapt in a world that could be potentially hostile towards their offspring. Parenthood has never looked so batty.

Characters: Dracula/Sister Agatha Van Helsing

Chapters: 6/?

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A/N: Okay, you know what, since I don’t want to rush anything, I won’t set a number of how many chapters are left. There are only a few, but I feel like what I’ve been doing is holding this story back. I want to give you the best! That said, thank you all so much for your comments/reviews and support! They mean so much to me as a writer, knowing you folks are enjoying the story! -Jen

Chapter Six

The Jonathan Harker Foundation, England

Present Time

The Harker Foundation was equipped with many things, such being technology that countless universities could only begin to imagine grasping. And yet, in the large lecture hall, only one seat was currently taken. A young woman, looking no older than twenty, sat slouched in one of the seats, her dark hair hanging down almost masking her pale features. Her fingers gilded quickly over the buttons of her phone as she played some free gaming app she’d downloaded. It was almost so silent, one might have mistaken the room for being empty.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

Sorina looked up from her device and towards the sound of the voice. Jack Seward smiled back at her, in his hands he held two coffees. The girl slipped her phone away as the young man came to join her. Despite being one hundred and twenty three years old, she could easily be mistaken for his age. When he offered her one of the drinks, she gratefully took it. Being cooped up for so long, she took pleasure in Jack’s company. He had proven to be a good friend. He was, after all, the only person who didn’t look at her as if she were some strange creature.

“Any news from the outside world?” She joked, taking a small sip. “Have the aliens invaded?”

“Wouldn’t be here talking to you if they did,” he smiled. “Sunny, I want to ask you something…” His voice grew soft, almost hesitant. “Look, there’s a thing happening at the club tonight and I know your aunt is weird about you going--”

“Zoe isn’t my caretaker,” Sorina interrupted, mouth twisted into a frown. “I’m allowed to go out at night. I’m not some caged animal.”

“I know,” he eased. “What I’m trying to say is, would you be interested in going out with--”

Suddenly, the lecture room doors flung open, Jack and Sorina both turning around in surprise. Zoe stood there, a somewhat grim expression stretched across her tired features. It was odd to see her at such an hour, she tended to sleep longer after a round of chemotherapy. A period of time that allowed the dhampir to be out and about alone from her only surviving family member. Or so she thought.

“Sorina,” she looked to the young man. “Jack. There’s something I need to discuss with you, or rather show you.” Zoe seemed to hesitate, something that was unusual for her to do. “I think it would be best if you would follow me.” Her attention momentarily flickered over to Jack. “Alone.”

The two young adults looked at each other curiously before Sorina rose. She brushed her hair out of her face, patting to confirm her phone was still in her pocket. As she made her way over to her aunt, she took a final sip from her coffee before tossing it into a nearby trash can. Zoe’s tenseness was making her feel uneasy as the two began to walk down the narrow metal hallway, the entrance only accessible by key card.

“Where are we going?” Sorina asked, trying to catch Zoe’s attention, but to no avail. “I thought I wasn’t allowed back here.”

“Do you remember The Demeter?” The woman questioned, her strides longer than usual. “When the ship went down?”

“I thought I made it clear long ago I didn’t want to discuss my parents’ deaths,” Sorina replied, her verse stern. “I don’t like to think--”

“Remember how their bodies were never retrieved?” The woman continued, clearly not listening to Sorina’s insistence. “Despite after years of looking?” She retrieved her key card, sliding it down into another slot.

“I said I don’t--”

But Sorina’s voice fell quiet as a set of heavy doors began to slide open. There, in the middle of the room, in an oddly shaped, clear prison-esque chamber, stood two adults. Two people she knew all too well. Who, despite the decades that had passed, looked no different than they did when she was a little girl. Both parties stared back at each other in utter silence. It was on then that Sorina finally spoke.

“Mum? Dad?”

XXX

If Agatha’s heart still held the ability to beat, it would be racing. She stared in complete disbelief at the girl standing on the outside of the fortified cell. It was Sorina, and yet, not the little girl she had once known. She was taller, her features beautiful, well defined, dark hair far longer than in her younger years. Agatha swallowed hard, taking a step closer to press a hand to the surface separating them. The sound of guns being cocked caused her to pause.

“I’m not going to do anything,” she insisted, her tone laced with annoyance. “Has it become illegal after an entire century for a mother to have a closer look at her child?” Her expression changed to one of happiness, mouth curved into a smile. “Sorina, it’s been so, so long. I never thought--”

“No,” the young woman said, taking a step back. “No, this is impossible. This can’t be real. You,” she jabbed her index finger from Agatha to Dracula. “You’re supposed to be dead! I heard this ship! I was told…”

“And yet, here we are,” Dracula smiled, moving beside his wife. “Micul mea liliac, how you’ve grown into such a lovely woman. You are the spitting image of your mother. Why--”

“I can’t do this,” Sorina shook her head, much to her parents’ surprise. She threw Zoe a look, one that held both confusion and anger. “You all said...everyone said for YEARS they were gone...now...now…” She turned away, pushing past her aunt and back out through the doors.

“Sorina,” her mother called out, but the girl was already gone.

“I warned you,” Zoe exhaled, massaging her temples. “She wouldn’t be ready for this. After all this time, my family,” her eyes locked onto Agatha’s, “...our family, finally convinced her to accept that you two were gone. It was a bad idea on my part to spring this onto her.”

“So, that’s it then? You’re going to continue to hold us as if we’re dangerous beasts?” Dracula inquired, lips curled into a smirk. “I’m no lawyer, but I believe I don’t recall giving you or anyone else parental rights over my child.” He exhaled, looking around the room. “And if I do recall correctly, what gives you the authority to hold my wife and me in custody?” His eyes narrowed as he glared at Zoe. “I’d like to phone in a favor.”

“You’ll be treated humanely,” the doctor stated, unfazed by the vampire’s remarks. “Blood that was taken with consent will be distributed to both of you accordingly. Oh,” she paused. “And if you try anything, my colleagues will open the ceiling without hesitation and incinerate you both. Let’s avoid that for Sorina’s sake.” She smiled, noting the looks of displeasure on the couple’s faces. “Now if you wouldn’t mind, I’d much appreciate a blood sample from you each. You two are certainly one for the books.”

XXX

Sorina sat under the portrait of Jonathan Harker, her knees pulled up to her chest. She felt numb inside, the whole prospect of it all surreal. Decades. Over a century. Growing up believing that her parents were dead. That they had abandoned her. Surviving in the shadows as she hid with generation after generation of Van Helsings. Watching those she loved die again and again. Often she thought of stepping out into the sun, to test its powers, but each time she grew afraid. Cowardice. And clung to the idea of being a creature of the night.

“Sunny.”

Jack’s voice was soft, inviting, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. Even when he sat down beside her, his hand resting on her knee, she struggled to ignore it. Finally, after realizing he just wasn’t going to go away, she let out a long sigh. The way he gazed at her, his blue eyes holding a kindness that no human should be capable of showing, it caused butterflies in her stomach. Sometimes she loved him for it. Other times she felt like punching him. Mostly though, he was the only thing that kept her tethered to her sanity.

“My parents are alive,” she mumbled. “Zoe’s got them locked up.”

“Yeah, I heard,” he said, fingers gently squeezing her knee. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m not sure,” Sorina sighed, shaking her head. “This is all so fast. I mean, I thought they were gone, Jack,” she looked to him, eyes beginning to brim with tears. “After all this time. I thought I was alone and they were in stupid boxes at the bottom of the damn ocean! All this damn time!” The dhampir sniffed. “Why didn’t they wake up? Why didn’t they find me?!”

“I don’t know,” Jack said, managing to wrap and arm around Sorina. “I don’t think they know either.” He pushed a lock of Sorina’s hair out of her ear. “Are you going to go back and talk to them?”

“I need some time to think,” she inhaled, rubbing the tears out of her eyes. “This is a lot to process. Not to mention the fact Zoe has them locked away. I don’t know what’s happening with that. All of these questions and no answers,” she gave him a watery smile. “And I thought all of that stuff you had to do in graduate school was hard.”

The young man chuckled, resting his head against Sorina’s. “You know what this calls for right? The tried and true way to decompress?”

Sorina sat up straighter, eyeing her friend carefully. “Oh, Jack,” she exhaled. “You don’t mean…”

“B-Rated horror movies,” he smirked, pulling out his phone. “Now the real question is, are we feeling Crab King Versus Robot Hummingbird or Road Rage Grandma?”

Sorina laughed, leaning in close. “Jack, I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you.”

XXX

Agatha stared down at the thick, dark red liquid that filled the styrofoam cup that had been one of two slid into their cell. She frowned, swirling it around as Dracula sat nearby toying with a device Zoe had called “a tablet”. Her stomach was churning and she couldn’t determine if it was due to the stress of being away from Sorina or the entire situation at hand.

“Drink,” the other vampire said, finally peering up at his wife. “It will make you feel better.”

“You seem in well spirits for someone whose daughter currently despises them,” the former nun commented, setting her drink down. “You saw the look in her eyes. After years of being gone and then turning up suddenly, it’s evident that she thinks we abandoned her.”

“She’ll get over it,” the count exhaled, giving his wife a small smile. “And once we’re out of here, we’ll make up for lost time.” He set down the device and looked towards a clock situated on a wall outside of their prison. “Drink while you can, there are a lot of logistics to cover when Frank Renfield arrives in…less than an hour.”

“Frank Red--whose Frank?” Agatha inquired, brows knitted together in confusion.

“He’s just our lawyer,” Dracula replied simply.

“...You found a lawyer?” The former nun questioned.

“Oh no, we’ve had a lawyer,” the other vampire smiled. “Since...1896, a year before we met. Surprised I never mentioned that. Well,” he waved his hands. “It isn’t the same lawyer of course, just the practice.” He smiled, pressing Agatha’s cup gently into her hands. “I think it’s about time we get our daughter back.

XXX

The heavy drapes of Sorina’s room were pulled open, allowing the moonlight to shine through the small space. Night was one of the only times the house didn’t feel so suffocating. Despite nearly a century separating them, Zoe acted as if the young woman was incapable of caring for herself. Moreso a teenager than her true age, often leaving the halfling feeling indigent towards her.

She could always go, there was nothing confining her to stay. But at the same time, it almost felt wrong. After all, the doctor was the only family she had. The last remaining relative to their bloodline, and she was dying at that. It felt wrong to leave her, especially now. Even if the woman could be incredibly controlling at times. Zoe cared for Sorina, despite what she was and the knowledge of her origins.

“So, you’re coming tonight?” -Jack

Sorina looked down at her phone, putting the cap back on her lipstick. She eyed herself in the mirror, studying her features carefully. This wasn’t the first time she’d snuck out with Jack, and she knew the nightclub scene well enough. Part of her felt guilty leaving, knowing Zoe was fast asleep in the other room, the cancer slowly eating away at her strength. But she needed this. Need to clear her head. Her aunt hadn’t said much about her parents after the introduction, and a piece of her, though curious, struggled to ask.

“Yeah, can you meet me out front?” -Sorina

“Be there in five, I’ll drive.” -Jack

She set down her phone, reaching for her purse. Only for a few hours, Zoe wouldn’t even notice. Looking at her reflection one last time, Sorina quietly slipped out of her room and headed down the steps. Just for a little while. It’d do her some good.

XXX

The club was packed that night, possibly nearing its capacity. Sorina stood pressed to Jack’s side, feeling the music’s vibrations underneath her feet. The way the lights danced, changing colors every other second, it made it hard to make out red of her dress. At least it still did justice to her curves. She inhaled, the scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol heavy in the air.

“You okay?”

She turned her head, noting that Jack was eyeing her worriedly. “Yeah,” she breathed. “I’m fine. Just got a lot on my mind is all,” Sorina forced a smile. “Let’s just go out there and have some fun. I need to keep busy--”

“Jack!” The couple turned to see a young man running towards them, a grin spread wide across his face. “Didn’t think you were coming tonight!” His eyes fell on Sorina and his smile twitched more into a smirk. “Or bringing her for that matter.”

“Nice to see you too, Zev,” Sorina replied, folding her arms over her chest. “Are you here alone or--”

“No,” came a flat voice. “He’s here with me and our other normal friends.”

Through the crowd, a woman wearing a dress far too glittery for Sorina’s own liking step forward. Lucy’s eyes darkened when they landed on the other girl and the halfling couldn’t help but notice the cross necklace around her neck. Not many people outside of the Foundation circle knew of Sorina’s genetic makeup.

Unfortunately, not long after meeting Jack, her presence had become known to his friends. Their reaction, fascination over fear, but Lucy was different. Her distaste for Sorina became evident early on and one might bargain it was due to Jack’s attention being drawn away from her and to the other girl. The one who lived in the shadows.

“Lucy,” Jack commented, looking her up and down. “You look pretty.”

“You’ve always been so sweet,” she smiled, though it was far from genuine. “Perhaps too much for your own good.” Lucy paused, then her expression lightened. “Oh, I’d like you to meet someone. Quincey, get over here!”

A tall, rather handsome gentleman broke through the hordes of people. As soon as he was in distance, Lucy grabbed onto him, clinging to him like a sloth hanging from a branch. He eyed Jack and Sorina, his smile, unlike his fiancee’s, friendly.

“This is Quincey,” Lucy beamed, gazing up at the man. “He’s from Texas. We’re getting married, you know!”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Sorina greeted. “I haven’t been to America before. I’ve heard it’s lovely.”

“Surprising,” Lucy chuckled scornfully. “Anyway, just wanted to introduce him to you. I’m just so lucky, a real cowboy, you know?”

“I’m happy for you,” Jack said, clearly trying to ease the tension. “It was a pleasure meeting you. Sorina and I are going to go dance for a bit. Maybe we’ll see you around?”

“Maybe,” the other girl replied, her eyes fixed on Sorina again. “Have a nice night, Jack,” she nodded. “Sorina.”

They watched as the couple walked away, disappearing from sight. Once they were alone, Sorina began to chuckle. Jack eyed her curiously, watching as she shook her head.

“She really does despise me, doesn’t she?” Sorina smirked, her gaze meeting Jack’s. “I like the necklace too, nice touch.”

“Ignore her,” he replied, taking her hand. “She’s just jealous.”

“Of what?” She inquired. “I mean, I’m nothing special.” When Jack looked at her, an eyebrow raised, she snorted. “Okay, maybe I am unique, but there’s nothing to be envious about when it comes to me.”

“I think there is,” he grinned, squeezing her hand. “Come on, forget Lucy, let’s go dance.”

XXX

It was around two in the morning when Jack finally dropped Sorina off. She was worn out, but in the best way possible. Besides dealing with Lucy, going out with Jack that night was something she truly needed. She had almost forgotten about Zoe when she turned the key into the front door’s lock gently pushing it open. However, the moment the door opened, the hallway flooded with a bright light, revealing three figures. Sorina froze, her eyes landing on her impressed father, concerned mother, and apparently livid aunt.

“Sorina,” Zoe inquired, anger evident in her tone. “What kept you?”

#Dracula #Agatha Van Helsing #Dracula 2020 #Dracula on Netflix #Dracula x Agatha #Dragatha #Mirabile Visu

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fblikeshayaris · 8 years ago

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A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.

— TENNEVA JORDAN

Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs... since the payment is pure love.

— MILDRED VERMONT

A suburban mother's role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.

— PETER DE VRIES

Mothers hold their children's hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.

— UNKNOWN

All mothers are working mothers.

— UNKNOWN

A mom's hug lasts long after she lets go.

— UNKNOWN

As is the mother, so is her daughter.

— EZEKIEL 16:4

Men are what their mothers made them.

— RALPH WALDO EMERSON

Most mothers are instinctive philosophers.

— HARRIET BEECHER STOWE

Who is getting more pleasure from this rocking, the baby or me?

— NANCY THAYER

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

— HONORE DE BALZAC

Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother.

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No matter how old a mother is, she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement.

— FLORIDA SCOTT-MAXWELL

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An ounce of mother is worth a ton of priest.

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Mother - that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries.

— T. DEWITT TALMAGE

Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother.

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All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.

— ABRAHAM LINCOLN

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

— ROBERT BROWNING

Kids don't stay with you if you do it right. It's the one job where, the better you are, the more surely you won't be needed in the long run.

— BARBARA KINGSOLVER

The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.

— JODI PICOULT

The phrase 'working mother' is redundant.

— JANE SELLMAN

A mother's arms are more comforting than anyone else's.

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My mother was a reader, and she read to us. She read us Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde when I was six and my brother was eight; I never forgot it.

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As my mom always said, 'You'd rather have smile lines than frown lines.'

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My mom is my hero. [She] inspired me to dream when I was a kid, so anytime anyone inspires you to dream, that's gotta be your hero.

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[Motherhood is] heart-exploding, blissful hysteria.

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My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart—a heart so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation.

— MARK TWAIN

It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. My mom says some days are like that.

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[Motherhood is] the biggest gamble in the world. It is the glorious life force. It's huge and scary - it's an act of infinite optimism.

— GILDA RADNER

She raised us with humor, and she raised us to understand that not everything was going to be great - but how to laugh through it.

— LIZA MINELLIE

The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.

— HENRY WARD BEECHER

Only mothers can think of the future - because they give birth to it in their children.

— MAXIM GORKY

I was always at peace because of the way my mom treated me.

— MARTINA HINGIS

And remember that behind every successful woman is a basket of dirty laundry.

— UNKNOWN

When your mother asks, "Do you want a piece of advice?" it's a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway.

— ERMA BOMBECK

My mother always said 'Don't bother other people.' I think that's good advice.

— AMY SEDARIS, I LIKE YOU: HOSPITALITY UNDER THE INFLUENCE

Before becoming a mother I had a hundred theories on how to bring up children. Now I have seven children and only one theory: love them, especially when they least deserve to be loved.

— KATE SAMPERI

Blessed is a mother that would give up part of her soul for her children's happiness.

— SHANNON L. ALDER

Mothers were meant to love us unconditionally, to understand our moments of stupidity, to reprimand us for lame excuses while yet acknowledging our point of view, to weep over our pain and failures as well as cry at our joy and successes, and to cheer us on despite countless start-overs. Heaven knows, no one else will.

— RICHELLE E. GOODRICH

They are not kidding when they say that mothers are strong women. We need to be strong in more ways than our children will ever know.

— M.B. ANTEVASIN

My sister taught me everything I really need to know, and she was only in sixth grade at the time.

— LINDA SUNSHINE

There is nothing as sincere as a mother's kiss.

— SALEEM SHARMA

In the end, Mothers are always right. No one else tells the truth.

— RANDY SUSAN MEYERS, THE MURDERER'S DAUGHTERS

I can imagine no heroism greater than motherhood.

— LANCE CONRAD, THE PRICE OF CREATION

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dates all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

— AGATHA CHRISTIE

A good mother loves fiercely but ultimately brings up her children to thrive without her.

— ERIN KELLY, THE BURNING AIR

Mothers possess a power beyond that of a king on his throne.

— MABEL HALE

But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins.

— MITCH ALBOM, FOR ONE MORE DAY

My mother once told me, when you have to make a decision, imagine the person you want to become someday. Ask yourself, what would that person do?

— BARRY DEUTSCH, HOW MIRKA MET A METEORITE

The daughter prays; the mother listens.

— AMANDA DOWNUM, THE DROWNING CITY

Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.

— MARGUERITE DURAS

Right, except I'm not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of (man) lies to his own mother?

— JOHN GREEN, AN ABUNDANCE OF KATHERINES

A mother is always the beginning. She is how things begin.

— AMY TAN, THE BONESETTER'S DAUGHTER

She rejoiced as only mothers can in the good fortunes of their children.

— LOUISA MAY ALCOT, JO'S BOYS

Clarity and focus doesn't always come from God or inspirational quotes. Usually, it takes your mother to slap the reality back into you.

— SHANNON L. ALDER

A child's hand in yours - what tenderness and power it arouses. You are instantly the very touchstone of wisdom and strength.

— MARJORIE HOLMES

Becoming a mother makes you the mother of all children. From now on each wounded, abandoned, frightened child is yours. You live in the suffering mothers of every race and creed and weep with them. You long to comfort all who are desolate.

— CHARLOTTE GRAY

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Wanderer’s Refuge, chapter 2: caught red-handed

Agatha and Ursa knew they wouldn’t be able to stay flying for long, by morning they were already starting to feel hungry and thirsty, so Ursa pointed them to a nearby town she’d heard of so they could get supplies and maybe some maps of the country, they brought the train down as they approached and parked it hidden in a small clearing, then the girls went together into town, looking to find some means to get by just for the near future, as luck would have it, a very important opportunity was waiting just around the corner…

A young red haired man who preferred to go just by his first name was leaning against a wall, gathering his thoughts. He had the plan, he had the smarts, he had the stuff, he just needed the extra hands, someone desperate enough to take the risks and not ask about a big cut…

“We’re gonna need a way to make money.” Said Ursa, pushing Agatha’s wheelchair along the busy streets “and I don’t think people are gonna be super keen on hiring two teenagers that came out of nowhere.”

The man reacted instantly upon hearing them, “Perfect!”, and pushed himself off the wall, catching the coin he was flipping with a flourish and quickly turning to the girls and extending a gloved hand, he wore a dapper suit and a cheeky smile. “Good morning, young ladies! Haven’t seen you around here, are you two looking for a quick job?”

Agatha was a bit stunned by this sudden encounter, so it was all she could do to put her hand out, which the young man vigorously shook.

“Who are you and what the hell do you want with us?” said Ursa, clearly on edge.

“The name’s Lawrence, and there’s no need to be so rude. I want to take you two to lunch, my treat; I know this great place downtown. There, we can discuss a way you can both make 100 shillings in less than a week.”

The two girls glanced at each other, this man was twelve kinds of shady, but 200 total pounds was enough for not only basic supplies, but probably a few mattresses and an ice box, maybe even some coal(they hypothesized that maybe giving the train’s engine some steam might make Agatha less tired from flying).

“We’ll talk over lunch, but we do reserve the right to back out even if you pay for us!” Ursa answered, eyeing Lawrence suspiciously

“Of course, of course. Right this way, then!” The redhead did something close to a twirl turning back and leading them quickly down an alley.

At the restaurant, Lawrence had impeccable table manners, even better than Agatha’s, and definitely than Ursa’s, who was scarfing down an expensive cut of beef when he asked “So, I’ve told you ladies my name, it would be rude if you didn’t give me yours.”

“I’m Agatha Clarke, it’s a pleasure to meet you. And this is Ursa Martin,” said the white-haired girl, Ursa just mumbled in agreement while still chewing.

“Now, an illustrious coal baron, mr. Robert Evans, is coming to town with an entourage to visit the local mines, which have been drying up for a few decades. And I’d wager, with proper prestidigitation we can make a deal with him that shall be quite lucrative for us.” Lawrence explained with a devilish smile.

“So you’re a scammer.” Ursa said matter-of-factly.

“I prefer to think of myself as a merchant that really knows how to make a sale.” He said, entirely unperturbed.

“Alright, I’m down to scam a coal baron, what’s the game?”

“I’m glad you’ve asked, partner.”

Over the next few days, Lawrence brought the girls over to where he’d been staying, it was a small hotel room, surprising considering the apparent quality of his suit, Ursa had to carry Agatha’s chair up, since there were only stairs. There, he showed them a few large bags of oddly shaped rocks he’d collected plus some soot-based paint, “made it myself!” he commented with a wink.

They spent their time painting the rocks very thoroughly to look as much like coal as possible, while putting them out to dry, Agatha innocently asked “Sir Lawrence, I hope you don’t mind but why do you keep all your belongings in bags and pouches, is there something wrong with the room’s lockers?”

“Well, you see, I just like to keep my things close at hand.” The red-haired man seemed bashful, like that was only half an answer, still, Agatha didn’t want to pry. “You’re a very wholesome woman, aren’t you? I was actually a bit worried you’d be against my business model.”

“Well, you see, sir, I don’t think a baron of anything is going to be hurting for money anytime soon. And we don’t have many options in the present moment.” Agatha avoided mentioning she was already, by all accounts, a criminal.

Lawrence put his knuckle to his chin and said “I see, I guess I misjudged you a little. Well, then we’d best get back to work, we have some rehearsing to do!” He felt like he understood her a bit more, but cut the conversation short, he didn’t like getting too attached to his “coworkers”

The three of them slept in Lawrence’s cramped room, Agatha and Ursa wanting to avoid the hassle of moving back to the train and the possibility of revealing their magical artifice, who knows how Lawrence could react?

The guests shared a sleeping bag of his cuddled together on the floor, while Lawrence rested on his bed, never taking off his gloves or turning his back to the door.

When a total of 5 days had passed, the final preparations were made in the morning and the three headed close to the city’s entrance, when they saw a man in a strikingly black suit accompanied by three burly lads, his eyes and nose turned slightly upwards as he strode, Ursa and Lawrence, both wearing dirty overalls, walked down onto the street, shouting at each other.

“Ya can’t sell those, those are all that’s left of Pa!” said Ursa, faking the accent people imagined miners to have.

“Well he worked himself ta death findin’ these so we could live a decent life!” retorted Lawrence, carrying a large, metal bucket full of painted pebbles.

“We could take over this whole town if ya just worked in that mine for a few more weeks!” she grabbed onto Lawrence’s shoulders, shaking him.

“We ain’t gonna be alive for more weeks if Ah don’t sell these!” He pushed her away, purposefully letting the rocks shake and make noise inside the bucket.

The baron’s bodyguards were about to push the two away from his path when, with an elegant, but firm hit of his cane onto the sidewalk, he commanded them to stop. Lawrence and Ursa turned to face him, feigning surprise.

“Now now, there’s no need for such vulgarism. Young man, would you kindly show me what you’re holding there?” He spoke to Lawrence slowly, like one speaks to a child.

As Ursa pretended to hold Lawrence back, he proudly showed the contents of the bucket, saying “This is what Pa used to call ‘charboné eterinow’, said he’d heard of it when he was young like me, burns as long as ya like, it does.”

“’Charbon eternél’, hmm, the eternal coal” Mr. Evans was clearly proud of his french, “could you show it to me in action?”

Lawrence put the bucket on the floor, smiling widely as he bragged “of course, mistah! Let me just get it burnin’ real quick” he took a little flask of moonshine from his pocket and let some drip onto the inside of the bucket, before setting it on fire with a simple tinderbox and quickly removing his hand before the flames flared to life.

“Easy there!” He quickly leaned back, his hands hovering at the sides of the bucket as they watched the flames cover the entirety of the bottom of the bucket, making the rocks hard to even look without feeling pain in one’s eyes.

Ursa was very nervous about this step, in theory, there should be nothing stopping the flame from fizzling out once all the alcohol was consumed, but Lawrence had assured her he “had a plan”. Lo and behold, the fire didn’t go out, instead it flared beautifully up, almost burning the coal baron’s clothes as it seemed to reach towards his eyes before stabilizing inside the bucket.

Whatever it was that Lawrence had done, it seemed that he was quite anxious too, as he stuck his tongue out the corner of his mouth in concentration and quickly started to sweat, thought that might have been from the heat, while his hands hovered near the bucket for more than two minutes before he quickly turned it upside down, fast enough for none of the rocks to go flying.

“That should put it out in a few” said Lawrence, holding the bucket while the oxygen from the bucket depleted until he raised it up to reveal the still perfectly intact rocks underneath.

“See! Not one bit a wear n’ tear! Pretty special, right?” Lawrence turned looked up towards Robert Evans.

The coal baron hid his amazement by biting his lip and muttered “Special indeed.”

“Well, waddaya think? Pa told us these would be worth a fortune, how’s 600 sound?” Lawrence named a tall price, all part of negotiations.

“No, no, this is certainly impressive, but 600 is too much for a novelty, I’ll be generous with you and give you 300.”

“That’s a done deal!” The men shook hands, and after the money was exchanged, he paid Ursa and said he still had “some details to deal with really quick” so she and Agatha could go back to the room or wherever they wanted now.

Ursa met up with Agatha nearby, and excitedly told her about how the plan had worked, how they had enough money now to buy the things they would need to live for a while. Agatha asked about Lawrence, but Ursa said they shouldn’t expect him to hang around for long after the job, he was clearly a man with no interest in roots, ready to leave at any time.

“Guess that doesn’t make him very different from us.” Agatha commented with a sympathetic smile.

“huh… guess not.” Commented Ursa, made somewhat aware of her cynicism.

Meanwhile, Lawrence was making the “real” part of this plan come to fruition, he brought mr. Evans(at his request), to the “source” of the “charbon eternél”. A field of bare stone around a dark cave, were he’d half-buried, just conspicuously enough, dozens of painted rocks just like the ones in the bucket he carried, he counted on the baron’s arrogance to make him believe Lawrence wouldn’t see the potential something like a “mine of ever-burning coal” could have to completely destroy the current state of the economy.

“Here it is mister, this is where Pa found ‘em, spent 25 years looking for ‘em, he did.” Lawrence said, pointing around the area on the outskirts of town.

“I see,” said Robert Evans, “the site of such an interesting find should definitely be preserved, would you be willing to sell it to me for about 500 pounds?”

“Fahve hundred! Why that’s too kind, sir! I’d love to give it to you, I’ve been trying to get off this town and make it in the big city.” Lawrence rapidly shook Evans’ hand, keeping up the farce that he was the one being tricked with a lower value than this could really be worth, his plan had worked perfectly.

Lawrence went back to his room, with a score like this, 600 pounds all to himself, he really should take the chance to exit the scene as quick as he could, before anyone caught on and came to ask him for refunds.

He put his suit back on and gathered his things, his clothes, his sleeping bag, his toothbrush, his switchblade, any trace of the time he’d spent here, the only thing he left behind was a note with “good luck out there, don’t look for me.” For the people who had been his roommates for the last week, he pushed a pang of guilt at giving them such a small share of the score and just disappearing without a word away with the thought that this was just “the game”, and he’d just learned to play it well.

Lawrence thought a bit about where he could go now, probably somewhere with a big market and lots of gullible tourists. Yeah, that’d be good for a few more months, maybe even a year and a half.

After picking out a town south of where he was, he bought his ticket and waited inside the station, it would still a few hours until the train he’d booked came, but he didn’t want to risk any unfavorable encounters by walking around outside.

Unfortunately that didn’t stop two burly men, who he recognized as the coal baron’s bodyguards, from coming up to him and telling him to get up and come with them. Ok, a little snag, nowhere to just run away, no trains for a long time, but it’s fine, he can weasel his way out of this.

They brought him into an alleyway, where he met mr. Robert Evans again, he didn’t seem upset, but was definitely not friendly, as soon as Lawrence saw him, he started saying “I can explain,”.

“So,” interrupted the baron, “It appears to me you were not fully honest with your description of this ‘ever-burning coal’, were you?” He showed one of the painted rocks with a part broken off, showing the gray center.

“Alright, you got me, I was trying to pull one over on you, you’ve gotta know it’s a common thing around here, that’s the game, and you won! I’ll pay you back with 50% extra, promise.”

The coal baron took a step forward, smirking at Lawrence dropping the façade he’d adopted when speaking to him. “I see, but I think I have a better idea of how you could… reward me for this “win”. Would you mind telling me how you got that fire to keep burning that long?”

“It was the alcohol!” Lawrence sputtered out, “I-it is mixed with a slower burning substance that kept it bright longer!”

“Seize his hands, please.” The two bodyguards grabbed onto Lawrence’s arms, he was shoved to the ground, bruising his chin and getting his arms held behind his back, his left glove was pulled off, revealing crimson-red fingers.

“Ah, the devil’s hand, I suspected it when I noticed your gloves were the only thing you wore on both occasions where we met, so I think I know a way you can repay me even better:” Evans put his foot on top of Lawrence’s head, pressing it to the floor. “You see, I happen to know there’s a 500 pound reward for capturing your kind, dead or alive, so along with taking back the money you stole from me, I’ll be making quite a big profit.

Lawrence tried to look forward, find something he could do to escape, at the end of the alleyway, he could just barely see two girls in new clothes, one of them in a wheelchair, maybe it was Agatha and Ursa! They could help him, right? No, he left them before, and maybe they even knew he’d lowballed them, why would they risk their lives for someone like him?

“Anything to say for yourself, monster? Aren’t you gonna squirm some more? Or can you at least face death like a man”

He couldn’t find anything, after all, he’d tried everything before, nobody ever listened, ever saw him like a person after knowing what his hands meant, they called him a living timebomb, a danger to society, he’d grown used to it by now, he could try to burn them all to death, become fitting of his description, use this supposed power that had made him a target all his life…

Before he could finish weighing if he’d rather risk trying to escape while they dragged him to the local precinct or give up on trying to subvert their judgment of him by just leaning into the raging fire, the weight over his body suddenly disappeared as Ursa launched her whole body with a burst of steam it into Robert Evans, her elbow connecting with his back and the force throwing him into his bodyguards and knocking them off their feet.

“Can you run?” she crouched down and asked him while untying his wrists.

“Certainly better than the alternative.” Lawrence answered, already getting up onto his knees and putting his gloves back on.

They ran out of the alley and Lawrence followed Ursa as she wheeled Agatha out of town and towards the nearby woods, he didn’t know where they were going but if they had a route to get away from here it certainly beat staying.

When they came to a clearing, the young man had a hard time believing what he saw, a two wagon train in the middle of a forest.

“Get in!” Said Ursa, lifting Agatha’s chair onto the train as Lawrence followed them inside

“I don’t know if I can give it liftoff, last time we were already in the air when it manifested.” Agatha went to the train’s caboose and lifted herself to the conductor’s chair, focusing on visualizing the train in flight as she’d seen before. The train started moving as its tracks began to form, but it couldn’t quite accelerate quick enough to beat the upwards incline, the boiler made a roaring noise, like a starved tiger crying out in rage.

“Shit, I forgot to get any actual coal while we were out!” said Ursa, looking for something flammable she could part with, maybe they’d have enough time before someone came for Lawrence to go out and cut down some trees.

Lawrence clutched his own arms, hesitating a bit to do something he knew would be an unnecessary risk, but he owed at least some help to these people, right? “You’ve already collected the necessary water for the boiler right?”

“Yes, we’ve even already filled it, we just need a flame to light it,” replied Agatha, still concentrating on trying to move the train through her sheer will.

Lawrence pulled back his sleeves, he didn’t want to burn them with an effort this large, he extended his hands into the boiler and flames entirely engulfed the inside of it, barely licking at his forearms. The heat quickly started transforming the water in the boiler into steam, launching the train into motion forwards and upwards.

Agatha and Ursa stared at Lawrence’s hands, marveling at the beauty of the flames and their incredible power before Agatha had to focus on guiding her machine and Ursa had to hold on to avoid falling over from the sudden acceleration.

After they’d picked up some good altitude and speed, Lawrence pulled his hands out of the boiler and turned to look out the window, seeing the world from above for the first time, right here, it felt like nobody could hurt him, no one could look down or him or hunt him down for a strange birthmark he never asked for, it was beautiful.

“So…” He turned to Agatha, “how long can I stay here, could you at least drop me off at the next town you come to?”

“Oh.” Agatha didn’t turn away from the blue sky she was plowing through, “You may leave if you’d like, sir, but you’re welcome to stay as well.”

Lawrence did a double-take, why would anybody take this risk? Put their own lives at stake sheltering a man who could never not be a target for the rest of his life? “Really”

Ursa came up to him, tapping him on the shoulder, “yeah man, we’re not throwing you back out there.” She pointed at the town, now tiny from the window of the train.

Lawrence smiled, putting his forearm in front of his eyes, maybe to shelter them from the sun, or to shelter himself from showing his watery eyes.

“Thank you.”

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Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

— ROBERT BROWNING

Kids don't stay with you if you do it right. It's the one job where, the better you are, the more surely you won't be needed in the long run.

— BARBARA KINGSOLVER

The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.

— JODI PICOULT

The phrase 'working mother' is redundant.

— JANE SELLMAN

A mother's arms are more comforting than anyone else's.

— PRINCESS DIANA

My mother was a reader, and she read to us. She read us Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde when I was six and my brother was eight; I never forgot it.

— STEPHEN KING

My mother is my root, my foundation. She planted the seed that I base my life on, and that is the belief that the ability to achieve starts in your mind.

— MICHAEL JORDAN

It's not easy being a mother. If it were easy, fathers would do it.

— DOROTHY, THE GOLDEN GIRLS

You sacrificed for us. You're the real MVP.

— KEVIN DURANT, AWARD ACCEPTANCE SPEECH

Being a mom has made me so tired. And so happy.

— TINA FEY

Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.

— LADY GAGA

As my mom always said, 'You'd rather have smile lines than frown lines.'

— CINDY CRAWFORD

[My mother] always said I was beautiful and I finally believed her at some point.

— LUPITA NYONG'O

My mom is a hard worker. She puts her head down and she gets it done. And she finds a way to have fun. She always says, 'Happiness is your own responsibility.'

— JENNIFER GARNER

— ELISABETH MOSS

[What's beautiful about my mother is] her compassion, how much she gives, whether it be to her kids and grandkids or out in the world. She's got a sparkle.

— KATE HUDSON

My mom is my hero. [She] inspired me to dream when I was a kid, so anytime anyone inspires you to dream, that's gotta be your hero.

— TIM MCGRAW

— MAGGIE GYLLENHAAL

I would say that my mother is the single biggest role model in my life, but that term doesn't seem to encompass enough when I use it about her. She was the love of my life.

— MINDY KALING

My mother has always been my emotional barometer and my guidance. I was lucky enough to get to have one woman who truly helped me through everything.

— EMMA STONE

Having children just puts the whole world into perspective. Everything else just disappears.

— KATE WINSLET

[When] you're dying laughing because your three-year-old made a fart joke, it doesn't matter what else is going on. That's real happiness.

— GWYNETH PALTROW

Over the years, I learned so much from mom. She taught me about the importance of home and history and family and tradition.

— MARTHA STEWART

[Motherhood is] heart-exploding, blissful hysteria.

— OLIVIA WILDE

My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart—a heart so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation.

— MARK TWAIN

It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. My mom says some days are like that.

— JUDIT VIORST, ALEXANDER AND THE TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY

[Motherhood is] the biggest gamble in the world. It is the glorious life force. It's huge and scary - it's an act of infinite optimism.

— GILDA RADNER

She raised us with humor, and she raised us to understand that not everything was going to be great - but how to laugh through it.

— LIZA MINELLIE

The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.

— HENRY WARD BEECHER

Only mothers can think of the future - because they give birth to it in their children.

— MAXIM GORKY

I was always at peace because of the way my mom treated me.

— MARTINA HINGIS

And remember that behind every successful woman is a basket of dirty laundry.

— UNKNOWN

When your mother asks, "Do you want a piece of advice?" it's a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway.

— ERMA BOMBECK

My mother always said 'Don't bother other people.' I think that's good advice.

— AMY SEDARIS, I LIKE YOU: HOSPITALITY UNDER THE INFLUENCE

Before becoming a mother I had a hundred theories on how to bring up children. Now I have seven children and only one theory: love them, especially when they least deserve to be loved.

— KATE SAMPERI

Blessed is a mother that would give up part of her soul for her children's happiness.

— SHANNON L. ALDER

— RICHELLE E. GOODRICH

They are not kidding when they say that mothers are strong women. We need to be strong in more ways than our children will ever know.

— M.B. ANTEVASIN

My sister taught me everything I really need to know, and she was only in sixth grade at the time.

— LINDA SUNSHINE

There is nothing as sincere as a mother's kiss.

— SALEEM SHARMA

In the end, Mothers are always right. No one else tells the truth.

— RANDY SUSAN MEYERS, THE MURDERER'S DAUGHTERS

I can imagine no heroism greater than motherhood.

— LANCE CONRAD, THE PRICE OF CREATION

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dates all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

— AGATHA CHRISTIE

A good mother loves fiercely but ultimately brings up her children to thrive without her.

— ERIN KELLY, THE BURNING AIR

Mothers possess a power beyond that of a king on his throne.

— MABEL HALE

But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins.

— MITCH ALBOM, FOR ONE MORE DAY

My mother once told me, when you have to make a decision, imagine the person you want to become someday. Ask yourself, what would that person do?

— BARRY DEUTSCH, HOW MIRKA MET A METEORITE

The daughter prays; the mother listens.

— AMANDA DOWNUM, THE DROWNING CITY

Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.

— MARGUERITE DURAS

Right, except I'm not going to lie to my mom, because what kind of (man) lies to his own mother?

— JOHN GREEN, AN ABUNDANCE OF KATHERINES

A mother is always the beginning. She is how things begin.

— AMY TAN, THE BONESETTER'S DAUGHTER

She rejoiced as only mothers can in the good fortunes of their children.

— LOUISA MAY ALCOT, JO'S BOYS

Clarity and focus doesn't always come from God or inspirational quotes. Usually, it takes your mother to slap the reality back into you.

— SHANNON L. ALDER

A child's hand in yours - what tenderness and power it arouses. You are instantly the very touchstone of wisdom and strength.

— MARJORIE HOLMES

— CHARLOTTE GRAY

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