The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the heart of a mother.
The best place to cry is on a mother’s arms.
A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.
Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.
When you are looking at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.
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.
In the mother’s eyes, her smile, her stroking touch, the child reads the message: ‘You are there!’
It’s not easy being a mother. If it were, fathers would do it.
We have a secret in our culture, and it’s not that birth is painful. It’s that women are strong.