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Quotations for Mother's Day
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky;
Hundreds of shells on the shore together;
Hundreds of birds that go singing by;
Hundreds of bees in the sunny weather.
Hundreds of dew-drops to greet the dawn;
Hundreds of lambs in the purple clover;
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn;
But only one mother the wide world over!
~George Cooper
...The sweetest sounds to mortals given
Are heard in Mother, Home, and Heaven...
~William Goldsmith Brown
If you have a mom, there is nowhere you are likely to go where a prayer has not already been. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Ever since my days of childhood,
Greater joy I have not known,
Than to hear you say you love me,
Claiming me for all your own.
~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "To My Mother," Smiles and Sighs, 1910
Any suburban mother can state her role sardonically enough in a sentence: it is to deliver children — obstetrically once and by car forever after. ~Peter De Vries, in LIFE, 1956
Suburban life is merely motherhood on wheels. ~Peter De Vries, in LIFE, 1956
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hush'd me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.
~Ann Taylor (1782–1866)
I go a little further in your house and I find the mother's chair. It is very apt to be a rocking chair. She had so many cares and troubles to soothe that it must have rockers. I remember it well; it was an old chair, and the rockers were almost worn out, for I was the youngest, and the chair had rocked the whole family. It made a creaking noise as it moved; but there was music in the sound. It was just high enough to allow us children to put our heads into her lap. That was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and worries. Ah! what a chair that was... The chair knew all the old lullabies and all those wordless songs which mothers sing to their sick children — songs in which all pity and compassion and sympathetic influence are combined. ~Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive...
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Three Graves," 1798
Besides, the real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men, — from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809–1894)
God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers. ~Proverb
Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
~Ann Taylor (1782–1866)
Woman in the home has not yet lost her dignity, in spite of Mother's Day, with its offensive implication that our love needs an annual nudging, like our enthusiasm for the battle of Bunker Hill. ~John Erskine, The Influence of Women and Its Cure, 1936
The world is a finer, better place,
For the love that glows in your kindly face,
For the smile that is constant, ever there,
For your cheer that banishes dark despair
For all that you are, for all that you do,
Ah, the world is better for knowing you,
My Mother.
~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "Mother," Rainbow Verse: A Book of Helpful Sunny Philosophy, 1919
...none deserve so well of the world as good parents. There is no task so unselfish, so necessarily without return, though the heart is well rewarded, as the nurture of the children who are to make the world for one another when we are gone. ~Edward Bellamy, Looking Backward: 2000–1887, 1888
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
~Ann Taylor (1782–1866)
Women's Liberation is just a lot of foolishness. It's the men who are discriminated against. They can't bear children. And no one's likely to do anything about that. ~Golda Meir, 1972
A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest. ~Irish proverb
You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around — and why his parents will always wave back. ~William D. Tammeus, in The Kansas City Star, 1978
Now that... my kids are grown, I understand how much work and love it takes to raise and to keep a family together. The example of your strength, devotion, and patience is now rippling through the generations. Thank you! ~Forest Houtenschil, c.1980
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet lullaby,
And rock'd me that I should not cry?
My Mother.
~Ann Taylor (1782–1866)
On Mother’s Day I have written a poem for you. In the interest of poetic economy and truth, I have succeeded in concentrating my deepest feelings and beliefs into two perfectly crafted lines:
You’re my mother,
I would have no other!
~Forest Houtenschil, c.1979
It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't. ~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams, 1990
Children are a great comfort in your old age — and they help you reach it faster, too. ~Lionel M. Kaufman
Mother's Day is the cleanest day of the year. After dinner the kids sit Mom in a chair and wash all the pots, pans, cutlery, and dishes. They leave. Mom makes sure they're gone. Then she washes all the pots, pans, cutlery, and dishes. ~Robert Orben, 2400 Jokes to Brighten Your Speeches, 1984
O blessèd Home!...
Thy charms, like ivy, twine around the heart...
~Henry Heavisides (1791–1870), "The Pleasures of Home," 1837–1840
They tell us of an Indian tree
Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky
May tempt its boughs to wander free,
And shoot and blossom, wide and high,
Far better loves to bend its arms
Downward again to that dear earth
From which the life, that fills and warms
Its grateful being, first had birth...
This heart, my own dear mother, bends,
With love's true instinct, back to thee!
~Thomas Moore, "To My Mother," 1822
Insanity is hereditary. You can get it from your children. ~Sam Levenson
Mother is a name held sacred
By most mortals of the earth;
It means great love and sacrifice
From the very day of birth,
A love that's so full of beauty,
So tender, so very true!
Something, seemingly, from Heaven
That has come to me and you.
There's no love so understanding
And so faithful to the end
As a Mother's love—God bless her!—
That to us our Lord did send.
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "Mother," 1940s
The one thing children wear out faster than shoes is parents. ~John J. Plomp, as quoted by The Reader's Digest
Most mothers are instinctive philosophers. ~Harriet Beecher Stowe, The Minister's Wooing, 1859
For mother's kiss — sweeter this
Than any other thing.
~William Allingham, "Wishing"
Thanks, Thanks! — from my soul I give you thanks! ~Charles Gibbon, The Flower of the Forest, 1882
For there we loved, and where we love is home,
Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts...
~Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809–1894), "Homesick in Heaven," 1872
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his. ~Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest: A Trivial Comedy for Serious People, 1895
The family is one of nature's masterpieces. ~George Santayana
Making the decision to have a child is momentous — it is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~Elizabeth Stone, Village Voice, as quoted in Barbara Johnson, Stick a Geranium in Your Hat and Be Happy!, 1990
Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children. ~Charles R. Swindoll, The Strong Family, 1991
My Mother's hands, so thin and work-worn,
Were loved by me as jewels, rare,
For they had rocked me in my cradle,
And, lovingly, they'd stroked my hair.
They worked for me, both night and morning;
They helped to smooth away my fears,
For never were these dear hands idle;
I think of them with love and tears!
My Mother's hands to me were precious:
I thought their beauty was sublime;
I felt no harm on earth could touch me
If they were near me all the time!
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "My Mother's Hands," 1940s
Gratitude is the memory of the heart. ~Jean Massieu (1772–1846)
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