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
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.
The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.
Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes, by dozens and hundreds. Plenty of roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows, brothers, and sisters, aunts and cousins, but only one mother in the whole world.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
To be a mother is a woman’s greatest vocation in life. She is a partner with God. No being has a position of such power and influence. She holds in her hands the destiny of nations, for to her comes the responsibility and opportunity of molding the nation’s citizens.
The only love that I really believe in is a mother’s love for her children.
You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you.
God pardons like a mother, who kisses the offense into everlasting forgiveness.
Every mother is like Moses. She does not enter the promised land. She prepares a world she will not see.
The mother is the one supreme asset of national life; she is more important by far than the successful statesman, or business man, or artist, or scientist.