A mother is clothed with strength and dignity, laughs without fear of the future. When she speaks her words are wise and she gives instructions with kindness.
Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.
Mothers possess a power beyond that of a king on his throne.
My mother is a walking miracle.
When you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.
To the world, you are a mother, but to your family, you are the world.
A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.
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.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.