Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to children.
A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.
It’s not easy being a mother. If it were, fathers would do it.
The influence of a mother in the lives of her children is beyond calculation.
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’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.
No language can express the power and beauty and heroism of a mother’s love.
To a child’s ear, ‘mother’ is magic in any language.