I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
Mothers possess a power beyond that of a king on his throne.
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.
When you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
Having children just puts the whole world into perspective. Everything else just disappears.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.
Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.
If evolution really works, how come mothers have only two hands?