A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
Mother is the heartbeat in the home and without her, there seems to be no heartthrob.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
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.
A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.
When you are looking at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.