Mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it.
A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.
We have a secret in our culture, and it’s not that birth is painful. It’s that women are strong.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.
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.
It’s not easy being a mother. If it were, fathers would do it.
If evolution really works, how come mothers have only two hands?