Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.
It’s not easy being a mother. If it were, fathers would do it.
There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it.
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall. A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
Mother is the heartbeat in the home and without her, there seems to be no heartthrob.
A mother understands what a child does not say.
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.
A mother’s love is more beautiful than any fresh flower.
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.