Mother S Love Quotes

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Mitch Albom
“When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.”
Mitch Albom, For One More Day

Shin Kyung-sook
“You realize that you habitually thought of Mom when something in your life was not going well, because when you thought of her it was as though something got back on track, and you felt re-energized.”
Kyung-Sook Shin, Please Look After Mom

J.K. Rowling
“To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.”
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

“MOTHER IS WATER

I wish I could
Shower your head with flowers
And anoint your feet with my tears,
For I know I have caused you
So much heartache, frustration and despair –
Throughout my youthful years.
I wish I could give you
The remainder of my life
To add to yours,
Or simply erase
The lines on your face,
And mend all that has been torn.
For next to God,
You are the fire
That has given light
To the flame in each of my eyes.
You are the fountain
That nourished my growth,
And from your chalice –
Gave me life.
Without the wetness of your love,
The fragrance of your water,
Or the trickling sounds of
Your voice,
I shall always feel
thirsty.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Marie Rutkoski
“Kestrel's eyes slipped shut. She faded in and out of sleep. When Arin spoke again, she wasn't sure whether he expected her to to hear him.
'I remember sitting with my mother in a carriage.' There was a long pause. Then Arin's voice came again in that slow, fluid way that showed the singer in him. 'In my memory, I am small and sleepy, and she is doing something strange. Every time the carriage turns into the sun, she raises her hand as if reaching for something. The light lines her fingers with fire. Then the carriage passes through shadows, and her hand falls. Again sunlight beams through the window, and again her hand lifts. It becomes and eclipse.'
Kestrel listened, and it was as if the story itself was an eclipse, drawing its darkness over her.
'Just before I fell asleep,' he said, 'I realized that she was shading my eyes from the sun.'
She heard Arin shift, felt him look at her.
'Kestrel.' She imagined how he would sit, lean forward. How he would look in the glow of the carriage lantern. 'Survival isn't wrong. You can sell your honor in small ways, so long as you guard yourself. You can pour a glass of wine like it's meant to be poured, and watch a man drink, and plot your revenge.' Perhaps his head tilted slightly at this. 'You probably plot even in your sleep.'
There was a silence as long as a smile.
'Plot away, Kestrel. Survive. If I hadn't lived, no one would remember my mother, not like I do.'
Kestrel could no longer deny sleep. It pulled her under.
'And I would never have met you.”
Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Curse

Shin Kyung-sook
“Only after Mom went missing did you realize that her stories were piled inside you, in endless stacks. Mom's everyday life used to go on in a repeating loop, without a break. Her everyday words, which you didn't think deeply about and sometimes dismissed as useless when she was with you, awoke in your heart, creating tidal waves.”
Kyung-Sook Shin, Please Look After Mom

Solange nicole
“A mother who would stop at nothing for her child is dangerous woman when crossed.”
Solange nicole

Elizabeth Gaskell
“I am the mother that bore you, and your sorrow is my agony; and if you don't hate her, i do'
Then, mother, you make me love her more. She is unjustly treated by you, and I must make the balance even.”
Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

Ana Monnar
“On this Mother's Day and every day before and after, I thank you God for the precious gift of my three children. I love them unconditionally.”
Ana Monnar

Anne Osterlund
“Your mother never considered giving you up.

Anne Osterlund, Academy 7

Ana Monnar
“If I had to do it all again, I would still want my same daughter and two sons; through laughter, tears, prayers, and blessings.”
Ana Monnar

Amelia Hutchins
“ACKNOWLEDGEMENT PAGE:

To my daughter,
if you ever date anyone like the men I write,

I will kick your *ss up between your ears and you will walk sideways for a month,

but I’ll still love you.”
Amelia Hutchins, Playing with Monsters

Washington Irving
“The tie which links mother and child is of such pure and immaculate strength as to be never violated.”
Washington Irving

Roger Waters
“Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they'll like this song?
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Mother should I build the wall?
Mother should I run for president?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing line?
Mother am I really dying?

Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry.
Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Mother's gonna put all her fears into you.
Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She wont let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Mama will keep baby cozy and warm.
Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,
Of course mama'll help to build the wall.

Mother do you think she's good enough -- to me?
Mother do you think she's dangerous -- to me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother will she break my heart?

Hush now baby, baby dont you cry.
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Mama wont let anyone dirty get through.
Mama's gonna wait up until you get in.
Mama will always find out where you've been.
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean.
Ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby,
You'll always be baby to me.

Mother, did it need to be so high?”
Roger Waters, The Wall

Amit Ray
“Mother's ways are higher than others, even when everyone rejects, mother accepts with her arms open and wide.”
Amit Ray

Elizabeth Gaskell
“When prayers were ended, and his Mother had wished him good-night with that long steady look of hers which conveyed no expression of the tenderness that was in her heart, but yet had all the intensity of a blessing.”
Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

Leigh Bardugo
“Wylan wanted to scream. The closet was crammed with paintings—landscapes, different views of the hospital grounds, a lake in sun and shadow, and there, repeated again and again, was the face of a little boy with ruddy curls and bright blue eyes.”
Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

Karen Luellen
“And here she was. Lying on the floor of a dusty, empty, locked room thinking how grateful she felt.

She smiled, though it hurt tremendously to do so, thinking how blessed she had been to have spent twelve years with the most precious gifts from God. She felt honored that they called her mother. She knew she had done the best she could teaching them about life and love, faith and family.

Margo lay slowly dying from the wounds inflicted by a monster, but she was at peace. Because though the devil meant it for evil, God turned it to good.”
Karen Luellen, Winter's Awakening: The Metahumans Emerge

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Mother’s Day is sacred because life is sacred. We owe that breath of life to our mothers. Their sacrifices allow us this extraordinary experience.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

Richelle E. Goodrich
“If you hug, if you kiss, if you love,
If you sing, if you coo like a dove,
If you still hope for things you dream of,
Thank your mother, my dear, thank your mother.

If you skip, if you hop, if you run,
If you glow, if you shine like the sun,
If you know healthy ways to have fun,
Thank your mother, my dear, thank your mother.

If you help, if you serve, if you pray,
If you smile, if you live what you say,
If you show by example the way,
Thank your mother, my dear, thank your mother.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

Richelle E. Goodrich
“I love you, Mom.
___I love you more.
I love you to the moon!
___I love you to my core.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

Frank Moses
“In the mist of the heavy shelling and bombing, my terrified mother worried for the safety of her newborn. She did not know what to do; she worried that if one of the bombs fell on the camp, they would all die, and while she was worried about the life of her daughters and herself, she was more worried about her fragile, newborn baby boy. She wanted him to live and survive this savage war.

Without any logical thinking, during the heavy shelling on the second night of the war, my mother fed me well and decided to protect me the only way she knew how. She put me in a straw bassinet and then she wrapped and covered it with a few blankets and placed it in a low, sandy spot under a heavy bush in the middle distance between the camp structure and the beach of the Mediterranean Sea. She was frantic, shivering and crying as she did this. She felt like burying her own child alive.

But while she was torn, at the same time she was full of hope that I would have a better chance to survive the night if I was not inside the camp. She was indescribably scared, and continuously prayed to God to sacrifice her life instead of mine.

My mother left me outside under the gloomy sky for the entire night. When the navy shelling stopped in the next dawn, she ran, shivering to check on me. Filled with horror and guilt, slowly she uncovered my face. I opened my eyes and looked into her face, recognizing her immediately. Then I started crying for milk.

Nana screamed and cried from happiness that I was alive, scaring me more and more. Then, she pulled me out of the bassinet and hugged me hard to her chest, kissing me nonstop.”
Frank Moses, Cactus: Life Story and Fate, With an Unexpected Twist

Abhijit Naskar
“When a woman is breastfeeding, the first and only thought that should appear in your mind is that the purpose of those breasts is to nourish a life, but if your mind gets either contemptuous or sexual instead, then go home and try to figure out if you are a human.”
Abhijit Naskar

“Every morning I wake up to perform my one and only character. A Rising Phoenix in spite of it all.”
Michele Bell, A Journey of Unconditional Love: A Love Story Between a Mother and Son

“All kind of love cant's compete the love of a mother to her children.”
Arbab J. Edhi

“Let's accept it that we remember people only when we need something from them and only our Mother remembers us and calls us for no reason, just to know how we are doing!

Miss you Aai!”
honeya

“You are my heart and soul

Thank you...
For standing by me through thick and thin,
For not giving up on me when I didn't win,
For your patience when I kept pushing you away,
For caring when I said I didn't need you anyway.

I am grateful knowing...
I can count on your strength,
Ask for your support and know you'll go to any length.
When I lose my way,
You help me get back on track.
When in pain,
Your comfort soothes and brings me back.

I am lucky because...
When I was sad, you gave me faith and hope.
When I was confused, you taught me how to cope.
When I felt I couldn't go on,
You carried me long miles.
When I didn't believe,
You restored my smiles.

Mom, thank you...
For your guidance and the faith you've shown,
For giving me a safe place where I have grown,
For showing me how to strive.
Because of your love,
I will survive.”
-----

Karen Shepard
“Because this is what it means to be the mothers. You're a team of your own, ready to pull your weight, ready to play with pain, ready to leave it all on the field, but you're still on the sidelines waiting for someone else's end-to-end rush, or gunning from three, or taking on four defenders himself.”
Karen Shepard, Kiss Me Someone: Stories

Daniel Thorman
“It was a tear of joy, but also one of sadness. Joy for her daughter’s freedom, but sadness that she would never see her. I expect the former outweighed the latter, for such was a mother’s love, be she made of flesh or wood. Some things were universal.”
Daniel Thorman, Calamity at Conclave

Abhijit Naskar
“Sonnet of Breastfeeding

From the breasts a world is fed,
With their warmth society is raised.
Yet we ignore their sacred place,
Without breasts we'll all be erased.
Woman's breasts are not objects,
With or without a baby clinging.
We may hail them means of pleasure,
Only when the person is asking.
Way more than triggers of romance,
Breasts are symbolic of motherhood.
A society that doesn't respect mothers,
Will never ever attain humanhood.
A world that is safe for mothers,
Is safe for all beyond age and genders.”
Abhijit Naskar, Hometown Human: To Live for Soil and Society

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