A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
To a child’s ear, ‘mother’ is magic in any language.
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.
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.
The best place to cry is on a mother’s arms.
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall. A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
If evolution really works, how come mothers have only two hands?