A mother is the truest friend we have when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity.
A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.
Mother's love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.
The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother's side, yet this very love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent.
Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.
Every mother hopes that her daughter will marry a better man than she did, and is convinced that her son will never find a wife as good as his father did.
A boy's best friend is his mother.
Mothers are inscrutable beings to their sons, always.
If a man has been his mother's undisputed darling he retains throughout life the triumphant feeling, the confidence in success, which not seldom brings actual success along with it.
Mothers see the angel in us because the angel is there. If it's shown to the mother, the son has got an angel to show, hasn't he? When a son cuts somebody's throat the mother only sees it's possible for a misguided angel to act like a devil - and she's entirely right about that!
Let France have good mothers, and she will have good sons.
Most mothers kiss and scold together.
Remember that every son had a mother whose beloved son he was, and every woman had a mother whose beloved son she wasn't.
Her family had of late been exceedingly fluctuating. For many years of her life she had had two sons; but the crime and annihilation of Edward a few weeks ago, had robbed her of one; the similar annihilation of Robert had left her for a fortnight without any; and now, by the resurrection of Edward, she had one again.
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
We've begun to raise daughters more like sons... but few have the courage to raise our sons more like our daughters.
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