There’s no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.
To a child’s ear, ‘mother’ is magic in any language.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.
Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.
Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.
A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.
Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.
A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.
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.