Susan Smith Quotes

If I go away, I take a little picture of my son. It's in a frame with a speaker, and he recorded a birthday message for me when he was nine or 10. I can't listen to it without filling up.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

My dad is a loving person. He would never disown me. At some point we will be together again. I love my father, and he loves me.

My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth birthday. A daughter in an asylum! I had done that to her. Still, she had obviously decided to forgive me.

We know that we dearly love our family. They now consider us betrayers, and we are cut off from their lives, but we know they are well-intentioned. We will never not love them.

My father wasn't too crazy about me. I loved him anyway. One of the things I regretted for a long time was that he died before he could see that he would be proud of me. I was actually more what he wished for than he thought.

Breaks your heart when your son doesn't love you.

Children change you. You have this overwhelming feeling of responsibility, of love - they're everything. They're yours. You know when you're cuddling them, cradling them, and you can smell their hair. I love that.

I would have to say the person with whom I am most in love is definitely my son, Everly Bear. Although I'm his dad, I'm also his friend.

The only man who has stolen my heart is my son.

I often tell people when you make a mistake, you not only hurt yourself, but you hurt the ones that love you.

I'm always going to love my father.

I love both my parents dearly.

I hated Chris, my brother. I would pull his hair and kick him, until one day my father gave him permission to fight back. I'll be apologizing to him for the rest of my life.

I think one of the worst things that happened to me was, you know, my voluntary fallout with my father. And then the greatest thing that happened to me was when I saw the light, and realized I needed to love him in a way that he could love me back.

I love my mother. I do love her.

I don't know a single person who doesn't regret the things that they did to hurt their parents, or the things they didn't say to them.

I love my dad and we have a very good relationship now.

Children are the anchors that hold a mother to life.

What can be more clear and sound in explanation, than the love of a parent to his child?

I love my dad; I'm a daddy's girl, all the way.

A lot of people say, 'Wow, you're a single father of twin boys, that's crazy!' Two toddlers can get hectic, but I wouldn't change it for anything. Every day they teach me different things. The love is there. When you have a two-year-old saying every other hour, 'Papi, te amo. Papi, I love you,' it can't get better.

Decades later I would look into my father's eyes and try to reach past the murkiness of Alzheimer's with my words, my apology, hoping that in his heart he heard me and understood.

My mother was the love of my life.

I adored my mom. I thought she was the best. I loved her very much.