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.
Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall. A mother’s secret hope outlives them all.
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.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
There is nothing as sincere as a mother’s kiss.
A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
If evolution really works, how come mothers have only two hands?