It’s not easy being a mother. If it were, fathers would do it.
Mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.
The mother’s heart is the child’s school-room.
Mothers possess a power beyond that of a king on his throne.
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.
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.
There is no velvet so soft as a mother’s lap, no rose as lovely as her smile, no path so flowery as that imprinted with her footsteps.
A mother is the one who fills your heart in the first place.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.