Holy mother of God.

The Third Mother

They say your mother is an immortal goddess.

They belonged to a wicked witch called Mater Lacrimarum.

My mother made a complete recovery from neuralgia.

She died in an asylum.

She never talk ed of a kind and merciful God again.

woman speaking native language

She was in a mental hospital.

Aunt. Oh, my God. You're all right.

My mom, she's kind of uptight.

I finally got up the courage to ask my mother why God had changed why he was so mad at his children.

Only their Deity. Their Goddess made up of all living things.

When dad is not around what you have to do?

Our mother indeed finds their exuberance a little trying for her nerves.

One night, I finally got up the courage to ask my mother why God was so mad at his children.

Offtheboat psycho, lives in Brockton with his mother.

Isis centuries before the birth of Christ.

We won't bribe profane minds with our knowledge.

I am half god, once removed on my mother's side, rightful ruler of Egypt, future ruler of...

I do not know how much it'll cost, but I'll get what alchemists call SILENTIUM.

On Earth the third day, producing all the plants

It is important, in any age, to adore God and to respect one's parents.

The god of gods.

So whether athlete, scholar, overprotected kid, neurotic mom, or otherwise, here's my baby, Vander, reminding you to mind your matter.

You've protected the Deer God!

That was my Aunt Nettie from Tel Aviv.

I think the biggest insult, the worst way you can offend a Mexican is to insult their mother.

He is God. Yeah, your God, my God, everyone's God.

The metaphor of Mahishasura Mardhini, of Durga.

Tell Mother it's the Deer God the humans want!

Mom's from Cape Breton, coincidentally.

My god, Leviathan! Lord of the labyrinth!

Because the essence of His forgiveness lies in His word and in His mystery.

There no man may tread.

Oh, mother!

The Mother of Sighs is the one that killed my parents.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

That man sat there staring at me the whole time, and the mother is his emotional slave.

My mind... to your mind.

My mind to your mind.

My mind...to your mind.

God of God, Light of Light, true God of true God, begotten, and not made.

We include everyone the young, the elderly, the disabled, the mentally challenged, the blind, the elite, the amateur runners, even moms with their babies.

My mother is on good terms with my aunt.