There is no velvet so soft as a mother’s lap, no rose as lovely as her smile, no path so flowery as that imprinted with her footsteps.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
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.
A mother’s love is more beautiful than any fresh flower.
Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.
There’s no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.
The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the heart of a mother.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.