Edwin Hubbel Chapin Quotes

I want some day to be able to love with the same intensity and unselfishness that parents love their children with.

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.

A mother's love liberates.

Mother's love grows by giving.

Who is it that loves me and will love me forever with an affection which no chance, no misery, no crime of mine can do away? It is you, my mother.

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world.

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

To find someone who loves your children like you do is really rare.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

I love my children and I love my wife with all my heart. And I would die, die gladly, if that would make a better life for them.

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.

My parents have sacrificed so much, more than any parents really should.

All mothers are rich when they love their children. There are no poor mothers, no ugly ones, no old ones. Their love is always the most beautiful of joys.

The only love that I really believe in is a mother’s love for her children.

Le coeur d'une me' re est un ab:"me au fond duquel se trouve toujours un pardon. A mother'sheart isanabyss atthebottomof whichthere is always forgiveness.

There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart

When you look into your mother’s eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.

If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.

My love for the child asleep in the crib, the child's need for me, for my vigilance, had made my life valuable in a way that even the most abundantly offered love, my parents', my brother's, even Tom's, had failed to do. Love was required of me now--to be given, not merely to be sought and returned.

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; in good repute, in bad repute, in the face of the world's condemnation, a mother still loves on, and still hopes that her child may turn from his evil ways, and repent; still she remembers the infant smiles that once filled her bosom with rapture, the merry laugh, the joyful shout of his childhood, the opening promise of his youth; and she can never be brought to think him all unworthy.

My job makes me travel a lot and too often I'm away from my children, but I don't ever stop being a mom inside my head and my heart. There is no higher love than that.

I don’t care about anything but keeping her alive. If it’s a child she wants, she can have it. She can have half a dozen babies. Anything she wants. She can have puppies, if that’s what it takes.