When your mother asks, ‘Do you want a piece of advice?’ it is a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.
My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.
When motherhood becomes the fruit of a deep yearning, not the result of ignorance or accident, its children will become the foundation of a new race.
I may be the only mother in America who knows exactly what their child is up to all the time.
Motherhood has a very humanizing effect. Everything gets reduced to essentials.
How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are, we must know our mothers names.
The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother’s side, yet this very love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent.
Mothers are the necessity of invention.
Only mothers can think of the future – because they give birth to it in their children.
The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.
The real menace in dealing with a five-year-old is that in no time at all you begin to sound like a five-year-old.
Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own.
My sisters and mom raised me to respect women and open doors for them.
Mothers are all slightly insane.
Only God Himself fully appreciates the influence of a Christian mother in the molding of character in her children.
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.
You are a person of the greatest importance when you are a mother of a family. Just do your job right and your kids will love you.
I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it’s such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her.
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
Motherhood is a dream. It really is absolutely amazing.
What greater aspiration and challenge are there for a mother than the hope of raising a great son or daughter?
Who in their infinite wisdom decreed that Little League uniforms be white? Certainly not a mother.
If my mom reads that I’m grammatically incorrect I’ll have hell to pay.
The woman is uniformly sacrificed to the wife and mother.
When you have a good mother and no father, God kind of sits in. It’s not enough, but it helps.
