Marlene Dietrich Quotes

You know, food is such - it's a hug for people.

I guess that from the moment we are fed by our mothers, without even knowing it, we are caught in a net that brings us comfort, something we always feel when a special woman cooks for us. It is something unique and personal - it is something we want to keep for ourselves.

I don't know what it is about food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.

I think I was immediately fed, so food became a very important part of my life.

Food, to me, is always about cooking and eating with those you love and care for.

When my mother was dying, I cooked for her. One of the things I realised was that the smell and look of the food was key. I concentrated on how it looked on the plate. Even if the amount was small, it gave her a nourishment of a different kind.

The best thing you can do for someone is make them a beautiful plate of food. How else can you invade someone's body without actually touching them?

Sometimes a little comfort food can go a long way.

Ever since I was little, I loved soup! Whether I was sick or had a bad day, my momma would always make me soup!

To talk of food is to talk of mothers, at least for me.

To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup.

What comforted me? That is easy. It was a strong cold chicken jelly so very, very thick. My mother's Chinese cook would fix it. He would cook it down, condense it-this broth with all sorts of feet in it, then it would gell into sheer bliss. It kept me alive once for three weeks when I was ill as a child. And I've always craved it since.

For many people, food is a source of comfort, connection, and control.

I'm urgin all daughters to kiss their mothers with those lips that all that lipstick covers. You never too grown up to miss and hug her.

Maybe we're all like that with our mothers. They seem ordinary until one day they're extraordinary.

A mother's love is indeed the golden link that binds youth to age; and he is still but a child, however time may have furrowed his cheek, or silvered his brow, who can yet recall, with a softened heart, the fond devotion, or the gentle chidings, of the best friend that God gives us.

I feel a thread tugging me again, but this time I know that it isn’t some sinister force dragging me toward death. This time I know it’s my mother's hand, drawing me into her arms. And I go gladly into her embrace.

Sipping once, sipping twice, sipping chicken soup with rice.

Now I know I'll never be numb again. A mother is condemned to feel everything forever. And I'm finally afraid, condemned to fear everything forever. But that makes sense: feel someone else's pain, feel someone else's everything.And he's my baby, so everything's okay.

Eating a cookie never feels strange. I am a big believer in food in general.

Food is the most primitive form of comfort.

However time or circumstances may come between mother and her child, their lives are interwoven forever.

The shadow of my mother danced around the room to a tune that my own shadow sang.

For their entire lives, even before they met you, your mother and father held their love for you inside their hearts like an acorn holds an oak tree.