Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.
The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
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.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
My mother is a walking miracle.
Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall. A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.