God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
The influence of a mother in the lives of her children is beyond calculation.
A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the heart of a mother.
Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.
My mother is a walking miracle.
I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.
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.
The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to children.