Loving Mother Quotes Page 2

My mother was a wonderful, wonderful woman with a lovely voice who hated housework, hated cooking even more and loved her children. She was always arranging church activities such as a bazaar.

The rosary is the most powerful weapon to touch the Heart of Jesus, Our Redeemer, who loves His Mother.

Any country that accepts abortion is not teaching its people to love but to use violence to get what they want.

Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.

If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.

Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.

They wrapped her up like a baby burrito to show to Mom.

Here were a mother and her daughter and I love them both so much. I couldn't wait for Courtney to come to the hospital so I could have all my women together.

Your True Nature Is Love. There's Nothing You Can Do About It.

A good wife is one who serves her husband in the morning like a mother does, loves him in the day like a sister does and pleases him like a prostitute in the night.

The loveliest materpiece of the heart of God is the love of a Mother.

There is no way to be a perfect mother, and a million ways to be a good one.

Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness.

If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.

Mother's love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.

Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild.

If I cannot give my children a perfect mother I can at least give them more of the one they've got--and make that one more loving. I will be available. I will take time to listen, time to play, time to be home when they arrive from school, time to counsel and encouerage.

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.

Good works are links that form a chain of love" Mother Theresa

Our life of poverty is as necessary as the work itself.

Only in heaven will we see how much we owe to the poor for helping us to love God better because of them.

My grandfather's family used to own a pasta factory in Naples and they would go door-to-door selling their pasta. So his love of food came from his parents, which was then passed down to my mother and then again to me.

There's one sad truth in life I've found While journeying east and west - The only folks we really wound Are those we love the best. We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest, And deal full many a thoughtless blow To those who love us best.

I want to say a little something that's long overdue, the disrespect to women has got to be through. To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends, I wanna offer my love and respect till the end.

We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them.

We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved.

A Mother who radiates self-love and self-acceptance actually VACCINATES her daughter against low self-esteem.

MOTHER (a word that means the world to me)

No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.

My mother, whom I love dearly, has continually revised my life story within the context of a complicated family history that includes more than the usual share of divorce, step-children, dysfunction, and obfuscation. I've spent most of my adult life attempting to deconstruct that history and separate fact from fiction.

I came from a mother and father who always made me secure in my beliefs, and that's where the love came from.

Do not think that love, in order to be genuine, has to be extraordinary.

This is really a lovely horse, I once rode her mother.

There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.

Oh, trebly blest the placid lot of those whose hearth foundations are in pure love laid, where husband's breast with tempered ardor glows, and wife, oft mother, is in heart a maid!

I grew up in a house full of women: my mother, grandmother, three sisters, and two female cats. And I still have the buzz of their conversations in my head. As an adult, I have more female friends than male ones: I just love the way that women talk.

Across the board, from my mother to my father to my aunts and uncles, everybody has always given me a lot of love.

A man in love will jump to pick up a glove or a bouquet for a silly girl of sixteen, whilst at home he will permit his aged mother to carry pails of water and armfuls of wood, or his wife to lug a twenty-pound baby, hour after hour, without ever offe