A mother has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.
When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.
The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.
The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.
Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.
A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary.
There is no way to be a perfect mother, and a million ways to be a good one.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.
My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her.
Mother's love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.
My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother.
Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.
A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world.
[A] mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.
My mother is my root, my foundation. She planted the seed that I base my life on, and that is the belief that the ability to achieve starts in your mind.
A mother's love is something that no one can explain — It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain. It is endless and unselfish and enduring, come what may, For nothing can destroy it or take that love away. It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking.
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.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
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