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Quotes for Mother's Day.

Men are what their mothers made them.

Youth fades; love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.
Let me not forget that I am the daughter of a woman who bent her head, trembling, over a cactus, her wrinkled face full of ecstasy over the promise of a flower, a woman who herself never ceased to flower, untiringly, during three quarters of a century.
Many of us are living out the unlived lives of our mothers, because they were not able to become the unique people they were born to be.
She openeth her mouth with wisdom, and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children rise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
My heart had fully transferred to her person the homage that it gave to her beauty at first, and whatever change she underwent, as long as she always remained herself, my feelings could not change. . . . I loved her neither out of duty nor out of interest nor out of convenience; I loved her because I was born to love her.
A fond mother, though, in pursuit of praise for her children the most rapacious of human beings, is likewise the most credulous; her demands are exorbitant; but she will swallow anything.
All-Gracious! grant, to those that bear A mother's charge, the strength and light To lead the steps that own their care In ways of Love, and Truth, and Right.
The angels, whispering to one another Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of "Mother"
Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.
She loves me when I'm glad er sad; She loves me when I'm good er bad; An', what's a funniest thing, she says She loves me when she punishes.
It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their precious brood. They were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it to be a holy privilege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels.
The souls of little children are marvellously delicate and tender things, and keep for ever the shadow that first falls on them, and that is the mother's or at best a woman's. There was never a great man who had not a great mother--it is hardly an exaggeration.
No ordinary work done by a man is either as hard or as responsible as the work of a woman who is bringing up a family of small children; for upon her time and strength demands are made not only every hour of the day but often every hour of the night.
It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day.
If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
Washington's Birthday is for the "Father of our Country"; Memorial Day for our "Heroic Fathers"; 4th of July for "Patriot Fathers"; Labor Day for "Laboring Fathers"; Thanksgiving Day for "Pilgrim Father[s]"; and even New Year's Day is for "Old Father Time."
Mother's Day, it's a beautiful thought, but it's somebody's hurtin' conscience that thought of the idea. It was someone who had neglected their mother for years, and then they figured out: I got to do something about Momma. And knowing Momma was that easy, they figured, "we'll give her a day, and it will be all right with Momma." Give her a day, and then in return Momma gives you the other 364. See?
Oh, my dark children, may my dreams and my prayers Impel you forever up the great stairs--For I will be with you till no white brother Dares keep down the children of the Negro mother.
From the dawn of civilization mothers, as a class, were held in reasonably high regard until Mother's Day was established, with the purpose of compelling every man, under pain of social ostracism, to declare that his mother was the greatest woman who ever lived, and to give proof, in consumer goods, of his tremulous adoration of her. In consequence a lot of men,--just to show that their souls are their own and without any ill-will toward the authors of their being--kick and buffet their mothers all over the house on Mother's Day, although during the other 364 days of the year they take them to the movies, buy them bags of nut fudge, and provide them with lacy shawls and crime-story magazines.
It is . . . Mothering Sunday, the florists' commercial delight--a far cry from the ancient practice of visiting a cathedral or the mother church of the diocese.
A person can choose his friends and select a wife, but he has only one mother, I always say. The trouble with many of us is that we don't appreciate our mothers. I think that a certain day should be set aside each year and dedicated to mothers. It could be called "Mother's Day."
Certainly the mother serves the interests of patriarchy: she exemplifies in one person religion, social conscience, and nationalism. Institutional motherhood revives and renews all other institutions.