It’s not easy being a mother. If it were, fathers would do it.
The influence of a mother in the lives of her children is beyond calculation.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.
A mother is your first friend, your best friend, your forever friend.
A mother’s love is more beautiful than any fresh flower.
When you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
Mothers possess a power beyond that of a king on his throne.
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.
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.
The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to children.
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.
To a child’s ear, ‘mother’ is magic in any language.
In the mother’s eyes, her smile, her stroking touch, the child reads the message: ‘You are there!’
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.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.
Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.