…she rejoiced as only mothers can in the good fortunes of their children.

I think this power of living in our children is one of the sweetest things in the world…

Mothers can forgive anything! Tell me all, and be sure that I will never let you go, though the whole world should turn from you.

Dan clung to her in speechless gratitude, feeling the blessedness of mother love, — that divine gift which comforts, purifies, and strengthens all who seek it.

The clocks were striking midnight and the rooms were very still as a figure glided quietly from bed to bed, smoothing a coverlid here, settling a pillow there, and pausing to look long and tenderly at each unconscious face, to kiss each with lips that mutely blessed, and to pray the fervent prayers which only mothers utter.

And mother-like, Mrs. Jo forgot the threatened chastisement in tender lamentations over the happy scapegrace…