No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother’s love.
A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take.
Mother is the heartbeat in the home and without her, there seems to be no heartthrob.
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.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
The best place to cry is on a mother’s arms.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
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.