If evolution really works, how come mothers have only two hands?
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.
No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother’s love.
The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to children.
A mother is your first friend, your best friend, your forever friend.
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.
Mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.