A mother is your first friend, your best friend, your forever friend.
My mother is a walking miracle.
Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
Having children just puts the whole world into perspective. Everything else just disappears.
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.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
There is nothing as sincere as a mother’s kiss.
Mothers are like glue. Even when you can’t see them, they’re still holding the family together.
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.
The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the heart of a mother.
Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.
We have a secret in our culture, and it’s not that birth is painful. It’s that women are strong.
In the mother’s eyes, her smile, her stroking touch, the child reads the message: ‘You are there!’
A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.
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.
Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.
A mother understands what a child does not say.
Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.