When you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
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.
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall. A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.
Mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.
Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
A mother is the one who fills your heart in the first place.
All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.
My mother is a walking miracle.
Mothers are like glue. Even when you can’t see them, they’re still holding the family together.
Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.
A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary
There’s no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.
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 your first friend, your best friend, your forever friend.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.