Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall. A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.
A mother is your first friend, your best friend, your forever friend.
Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.
In the mother’s eyes, her smile, her stroking touch, the child reads the message: ‘You are there!’
A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take.
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.
Mothers possess a power beyond that of a king on his throne.
The influence of a mother in the lives of her children is beyond calculation.
When you are looking at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.
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.
A mother is the one who fills your heart in the first place.
A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.
Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.