My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart-a heart so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee! — Thomas Moore Copy Share Image
A mother is the truest friend we have when trials, heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
Don't poets know it Better than others? God can't be always everywhere: and, so, Invented Mothers — Edwin Arnold Copy Share Image
My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. — George Washington Copy Share Image
