A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
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.
My mother is a walking miracle.
To the world, you are a mother, but to your family, you are the world.
No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother’s love.
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.
When you are looking at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.
Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.