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.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.
The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.
To the world, you are a mother, but to your family, you are the world.
When you are looking at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.
Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
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.
Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.