A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
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A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.
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 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.
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
I love my mother, not as a prisoner of atherosclerosis, but as a person; and I must love her enough to accept her as she is, now, for as long as this dwindling may take.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.
I love my mother, but there has been, ever since my boyhood, a sort of coldness of intercourse between us, such as is apt to come between people of strong feelings.
In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.
Mother's love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.
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