Translation for "madre amaba" to english

Madre amaba

• mother loved

Translation examples

mother loved

Tu madre amaba a Julian.
Your mother loved Julian.

Tu madre amaba esa granja.
Your mother loved that farm.

Su madre amaba demasiado agradable.
Your mother loved it too.

Mi... mi madre amaba a Bach.
My... my mother loved Bach.

- Mi madre amaba a Gombrowicz.
- Mother loved Gombrowicz.

Tu madre amaba esta vista.
Your mother loved this view.

Mi madre amaba a mi padre.
My mother loved my father.

Tu madre amaba los animales.
Your mother loved animals.

Tu madre amaba ese vestido.
Your mother loved that dress.

Esta madre amaba a su hijo.
This mother loved her son.

—¡Pero mi madre amaba a mi padre!
“But my mother loved my father!”

Era a él a quien su madre amaba por encima de todas las cosas.
His mother loved him absolutely.

La joven madre amaba muchísimo a su primogénito, dijo Kunti, pero no estaba casada y no podía quedárselo.
The young mother loved her firstborn son deeply, Kunti said, but she was unmarried and couldn’t keep him.

La madre amaba a Martin con tanto celo, con tanta violencia y tanta intensidad que su corazón parecía quedar ronco.
His mother’s love for Martin was so jealous, so violent, and so intense that it seemed to make the heart hoarse.

La niña pensaba que los celos no eran únicamente algo malo: sin ellos, ¿cómo habría sabido que su madre amaba a su padre?
The little girl thought that jealousy was not solely a bad thing: without jealousy, how would she have known that her mother loved her father?

Mi madre amaba a Dios, decía que lo único que ella necesitaba era a Dios y la Virgen, aunque daba gracias al cielo por su familia.
My mother loved God, she said that God and the Virgin were all she needed though she was thankful for her family.

Se acordó de una amiga que tenía un hijo con síndrome de Down, un niño amable, alegre y sonriente, al que su madre amaba y del que se enorgullecía y por el que, al mismo tiempo, en un plano oscuro e irreconocible, sentía un asomo de vergüenza. Una vergüenza que en sí misma inspiraba vergüenza. —Brandon, ¿no? —Sí, Brandon.
She was reminded of a friend who had a child with Down Syndrome—a gentle, sunny, smiling child, whom the mother loved and felt pride in and, on some dark unacknowledged plane, some tincture of shame about, too…a shame that itself inspired shame. “Brandon, was it?” “Brandon, yes.

Su madre amaba la música, y en ocasiones especiales solía tocar, si bien encontraba sus momentos de mayor gozo al piano cuando se sentaba sola e interpretaba piezas clásicas o intrincadas melodías que perfectamente podría haber compuesto ella. Entonces Antonia se sentaba en el salón para escucharla.
Her mother loved music and often played at their special parties, but the best times were when she would withdraw to the conservatory alone, playing classical pieces or evocative, intricate melodies that might have been her own compositions, and Antonia sat in the hall, just listening.