I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.
I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
She taught me what’s important, and what isn’t. And I’ve never forgotten. And that’s what mothers do, I say.
Sometimes, mothers say and do things that seem like they don't want their kids ... but when you look more closely, you realise that they're doing those kids a favour. They're just trying to give them a better life.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
Mothers and their children are in a category all their own. There's no bond so strong in the entire world. No love so instantaneous and forgiving.
Even as a small child, I understood that women had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.
Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.
Mothers were the only ones you could depend on to tell the whole, unvarnished truth.
I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
No one is ever quite ready; everyone is always caught off guard. Parenthood chooses you. And you open your eyes, look at what you’ve got, say ‘Oh, my gosh,’ and recognise that of all the balls there ever were, this is the one you should not drop. It’s not a question of choice.