569 Quotes About Mothers

Juliet was determined to remain strong for them. She was the pilot of her family's little plane and no matter the indecision she felt, the questions that suffocated her when she turned off the lamp at night and lay awake in the slow-passing dark, the worry that she would make the wrong choice and in so doing ruin them, it was her responsibility to make them feel safe and secure the next day.

People say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Well, I can tell you, when a woman has a family, the way to her heart is through her dirty dishes. It's not easy to let God in when you've got a bunch of rug rats who need feeding and a trash can fill of diapers.[Rachel Nelson]

And what would happen now? What if her dragonet was broken? After all the lying and worrying, she wasn’t sure she could survive if there was something wrong. I will love her anyway, she thought fiercely, hoping that was true.

Don't mess with her, she isn't delicate like daffodil, she is delicate like dynamite.

When she had found [another]. . .taking over the task of helping the bride she had felt a great pang, first of jealousy and anger, and finally sorrow. And the sorrow was the heavier because she knew she had brought it on herself. It came to her then that the only real pleasures in life resulted from a feeling of success in relationships with others: in being daughter, wife, mother. And she knew she had not succeeded very well in any of these lines.

Mothers need to be ambitious for their children otherwise. . .well, nobody would ever learn the piano.

We are the first generation that actively chooses not to be defined by their past. We want to raise our children to have an empowered mindset so they have the tools to master life with kindness, compassion and resilience. But to do that we first must empower ourselves. We must release what holds us hostage. Don't be afraid of letting go of your past! Your future will be that much brighter!

Mothers know that the greatest happiness is the expectation of future happiness.

Sometimes she though being with her mother was like crossing a desert: long, hard stretches of burning sand that exhausted you, but every once in a while, you happened on a little oasis of kindness.