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Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
George Eliot – Mother
A mother’s yearning feels the presence of the cherished child even in the degraded man.
George Eliot – A Mother’s yearning
A mother’s love is very touching, of course, but it is often curiously selfish. I mean, there is a good deal of selfishness in it.
Oscar Wilde – Mother, Love
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.
Maya Angelou – Mother
A man’s mother is his misfortune, but his wife is his fault.
Walter Bagehot – Mother, Wife
What do girls do who haven’t any mothers to help them through their troubles?
Louisa May Alcott – Mother, Children
My mother is a poem I’ll never be able to write, though everything I write is a poem to my mother.
Mother & poem
Your arms were always open when I needed a hug. Your heart understood when I needed a friend. Your gentle eyes were stern when I needed a lesson. Your strength and love has guided me and gave me wings to fly.
Strength and love
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.
Large heart
Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.
Mother’s love is peace
A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy, the smile that accepts a lover before words are uttered, and the smile that lights on the first born babe, and assures it of a mother’s love.
Two smiles
God made a wonderful mother, A mother who never grows old; He made her smile of the sunshine, And He moulded her heart of pure gold; In her eyes He placed bright shining stars, In her cheeks fair roses you see; God made a wonderful mother, And He gave that dear mother to me.
God & Mother
You too, my mother, read my rhymesFor love of unforgotten times,And you may chance to hear once moreThe little feet along the floor.
To My Mother
Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.
Mother’s love
Our mother is the sweetest and Most delicate of all.She knows more of paradise Than angels can recall.
