Mother's Sacrifice Quotes

And my mother fought hard for civil rights so that instead of a mop, I could hold this microphone.

Being a mother is the hardest job on earth. Women everywhere must declare it so.

Someday, when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a mother, I'll tell them: I loved you enough to bug you about where you were going, with whom and what time you would get home. ... I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover your friend was a creep. I loved you enough to make you return a Milky Way with a bite out of it to a drugstore and confess, 'I stole this.' ... But most of all I loved you enough to say no when you hated me for it. That was the hardest part of all.

I was almost 8 when my mother bravely brought her children to this country so we could have a chance at a better life.

Whose mother wants to see her son fight? It's very hard for her - but boxing is in my blood.

My mother passed away young - she died from ovarian cancer at just 54 years old. Her sacrifices for my sisters and I evoke a tribute in her honor each and every Mother's Day.

Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother

Spanish was my first language. Honestly, I learned to first speak in Spanish, not English, because my poor mother had to go to San Diego every day to work and then come back. And she would come home when I was an infant long after I was asleep.

We were definitely not rich, but we were not poor. My mum always came home from work and did everything so that we ate well.

My mother had taught shorthand and typing to support us since my father died, and secretly she hated it and hated him for dying and leaving no money because he didn't trust life insurance salesmen.

My mum was working as a cleaner at some hotels to make extra money so she could pay for her degree. I'll never forget waking up at five in the morning before school and helping her clean the toilets at the hotel in Stonebridge.