A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary
The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the heart of a mother.
Mother is the heartbeat in the home and without her, there seems to be no heartthrob.
The best place to cry is on a mother’s arms.
A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.
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.
If evolution really works, how come mothers have only two hands?