In the mother’s eyes, her smile, her stroking touch, the child reads the message: ‘You are there!’
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.
The influence of a mother in the lives of her children is beyond calculation.
Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.
The best place to cry is on a mother’s arms.
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.
When you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
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.