Quotes on Love For My Mother

The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.

As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

If I have done anything in life worth attention, I feel sure that I inherited the disposition from my mother.

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.

Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own.

But kids don't stay with you if you do it right. It's the one job where, the better you are, the more surely you won't be needed in the long run.

It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.

A mother has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.

Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.

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.

A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.

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.

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.

My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart-a heart so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation.

If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o' mine o mother o' mine.