God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers.
Who fed me from her gentle breast.
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
A mother's heart is a patchwork of love.
Mothers hold their children's hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.
Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.
A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest.
Mother - that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries.
A mom's hug lasts long after she lets go.