Mary Berry Quotes

Parents like the idea of kids, they just don't like their kids.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.

Nothing is quite so emotional and passionate as what goes on inside of a family. People are driven to distraction by a father or a mother or a husband. Or a child.

Parents are the worst teachers, if they are good at it and you're not. My father thought I was the densest offspring he could have produced.

Since the beginning of time, every child on the planet has endeavored to please their parents.

Mom was the one who taught me unconditional love. With Dad, I'd always felt there was something to live up to - expectations. But in the last year, we had a wonderful relationship.

I think my kids give mommy more attention than they give me.

It is easier for a father to have children than for children to have a real father.

My position in the family turned out to be a lucky one; I bore neither the brunt of my mother's newness to parenthood nor the force of her middle-aged traumas, as my younger sister, Ruth, did.

I've had three of my own children and spent my professional life thinking about children. And yet I still find my relation to my children deeply puzzling.

My dad didn't hug me every day and say he loved me and anything like that.

I never saw my parents kiss.

My relationship with my kids is the one sad area of my life.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.

You’re not supposed to dislike your own child. You were supposed to like them no matter what, even if they were not what you wanted.

If I were not a child with my parents, they would be more unloving toward me.

When my dad was still playing, he was away for five years on and off, so it just used to be me and my mum at home until my little brother came along when I was five.

I've got a great husband who's very good with Orla - she's a real daddy's girl.

I would probably confess that I was the greatest disappointment of my mother's life, but my father only admired his son's moxie, drive, hustle, and wherewithal to pursue his dreams no matter how I achieve them.

Look, I've got a great dad.

Of course I was in love with my father as a child. He was Daddy, and our house came alive in a special way whenever he walked through the door. He'd romp and play with us; my sisters and I would literally squeal with excitement when Daddy came home.

I can't say it was always ice cream and rainbows in our house. We would yell and we would fight and I was a terrible child, and it was, but, on the other hand, laughs. I don't think I'm alone in this.

Stern and critical, my father couldn't accept how feminine and dainty I was in comparison to my rough-and-tumble brother.

I wouldn't say it's to the point where I hate him or nothing like that because he's not with my mom or he wasn't there when I was growing up. He's my father whether I like it or not - he helped give me life. So I still love him and everything. Sometimes I wished he was with me, and other times I didn't.

Anyone who has a parent can relate to this idea of not quite understanding who your parents are or making up stories about them.