Great mothers build bridges instead of walls.
A Mother’s example sketches the outline of her child’s character…
A mother’s heart is a patchwork of love.
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.
Woman in the home has not yet lost her dignity, in spite of Mother’s Day, with its offensive implication that our love needs an annual nudging, like our enthusiasm for the battle of Bunker Hill.
I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.
It would seem that something which means poverty, disorder and violence every single day should be avoided entirely, but the desire to beget children is a natural urge.
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.
God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers.
If the whole world were put into one scale, and my mother in the other, the whole world would kick the beam.
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.
No gift to your mother can ever equal her gift to you life.
For the hand that rocks the cradle. Is the hand that rules the world.
The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.
To a child’s ear, mother is magic in any language.
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