A mother is clothed with strength and dignity, laughs without fear of the future. When she speaks her words are wise and she gives instructions with kindness.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.
There’s no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall. A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
To the world, you are a mother, but to your family, you are the world.
The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.
The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the heart of a mother.
If evolution really works, how come mothers have only two hands?
We have a secret in our culture, and it’s not that birth is painful. It’s that women are strong.
A mother is the one who fills your heart in the first place.
A mother understands what a child does not say.
A mother is your first friend, your best friend, your forever friend.
The influence of a mother in the lives of her children is beyond calculation.
It’s not easy being a mother. If it were, fathers would do it.
To a child’s ear, ‘mother’ is magic in any language.
A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary
The best place to cry is on a mother’s arms.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.
Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.
Having children just puts the whole world into perspective. Everything else just disappears.
Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.
I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
Mothers possess a power beyond that of a king on his throne.
There is no velvet so soft as a mother’s lap, no rose as lovely as her smile, no path so flowery as that imprinted with her footsteps.