Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

My mother has done so much for me in my life and has continuously been there and been my rock.

To be a mother is a great treasure. Mothers, in their unconditional and sacrificial love for their children, are the antidote to individualism; they are the greatest enemies against war.

A grandma's name is little less in love than is the doting title of a mother.

Heaven lieth at the feet of mothers.

There is no slave out of heaven like a loving woman; and of all loving women, there is no such slave as a mother.

Tender as a mothers love... And with my mother, that was certainly true.

Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place

I try to do everything to say, 'OK, will my mother like this? Will she be pleased? Will she be proud of that? How do I know she's happy and she's smiling down at me from heaven?' And that's what I try to go by and walk by.

Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.

My mother taught me how to love. My mom is the most loving person I know.

When you're sick, nobody takes care of you like your mom.

To my mom, I don't know how to describe my mom. She is the most wonderful person in my life. She gave me love. She took me to the ballpark when I was just a little boy running around, hanging around.

I believe that my parents did wonderful things for us.

For the record, my mother is an astonishing and loving grandmother.

No one was more important than my mom and dad. I know they are watching from a place up in heaven here today to make sure all their kids are doing good.

No matter what happens, I'm going to protect my kid.

Bless my mom. Mom is everything to me.

My earliest memory is my mom picking me up after I had fallen down, giving me a big hug and reading me 'Goodnight Moon.' From that moment, to this one, every single memory I have of my mom is that regardless of what was happening in her life, she was always, always there for me.

My mom's an angel, bless her heart, for everything I put her through.

While my mom was flawed - as we all are - she loved her children more than anything in the world.

She's very loving. That's my family. That's Michelle Lambert. She is my mom.

Sometimes there's a very special relationship between a mother and her son.

My mum raised me - love her to pieces.

My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother’s body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim’s face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.

I tell my kids, 'I am thinking about you every other minute of my day.'