Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.
There is nothing as sincere as a mother’s kiss.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall. A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
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 a mother still, the holiest thing alive.
To a child’s ear, ‘mother’ is magic in any language.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
Mothers are like glue. Even when you can’t see them, they’re still holding the family together.