MOTHER quotes
"What is wanting," said Napoleon one day to Madame Campan, "in order that the youth of France be well educated?" "Good mothers," was the reply. The Emperor was most forcibly struck with this answer. "Here," said he, "is a system in one word."
All that I am my mother made me.
The future of society is in the hands of the mothers. If the world was lost through woman, she alone can save it.
The babe at first feeds upon the mother's bosom, but is always on her heart.
The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom.
A mother's love is indeed the golden link that binds youth to age; and he is still but a child, however time may have furrowed his cheek, or silvered his brow, who can yet recall, with a softened heart, the fond devotion, or the gentle chidings, of the best friend that God ever gives us.
Nature's loving proxy, the watchful mother.
No language can express the power and beauty and heroism and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over the wastes of worldly fortune sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star in heaven.
I think it must somewhere be written, that the virtues of mothers shall be visited on their children, as well as the sins of the fathers.
The mother's yearning, that completest type of the life in another life which is the essence of real human love, feels the presence of the cherished child even in the base, degraded man.
Men are what their mothers made them. You may as well ask a loom which weaves huckaback, why it does not make cashmere, as expect poetry from this engineer, or a chemical discovery from that jobber.
Oh, wondrous power! how little understood, entrusted to the mother's mind alone, to fashion genius, form the soul for good, inspire a West, or train a Washington.
There is in all this cold and hollow world no fount of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within a mother's heart.
What are Raphael's Madonnas but the shadow of a mother's love, fixed in permanent outline forever?
It is generally admitted, and very frequently proved, that virtue and genius, and all the natural good qualities which men possess, are derived from their mothers.
A man never sees all that his mother has been to him till it's too late to let her know that he sees it.
A father may turn his back on his child; brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies; husbands may desert their wives, and wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all; in. good repute, in bad repute, in the face of the world's condemnation, a mother still loves on, and still hopes that her child may turn from his evil ways, and repent; still she remembers the infant smiles that once filled her bosom with rapture, the merry laugh, the joyful shout of his childhood, the opening promise of his youth; and she can never be brought to think him all unworthy.
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
I would desire for a friend the son who never resisted the tears of his mother.
The loss of a mother is always severely felt: even though her health may incapacitate her from taking any active part in the care of her family, still she is a sweet rallying point, around which affection and obedience, and a thousand tender endeavors to please, concentrate; and dreary is the blank when such a point is withdrawn.
The instruction received at the mother's knee, and the paternal lessons, together with the pious and sweet souvenirs of the fireside, are never effaced entirely from the soul.
Children are what the mothers are; no fondest father's fondest care can so fashion the infant's heart, or so shape the life.
If the whole world were put into one scale, and my mother into the other, the world would kick the beam.
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of his mother, as if to teach us that this holy love should be our last worldly thought, —the last point of earth from which the soul should take its flight for heaven.
When Eve was brought unto Adam, he became filled with the Holy Spirit, and gave her the most sanctified, the most glorious of appellations. He called her Eva, that is to say, the Mother of All. He did not style her wife, but simply mother,—mother of all living creatures. In this consists the glory and the most precious ornament of woman.
Children, look in those eyes, listen to that dear voice, notice the feeling of even a single touch that is bestowed upon you by that gentle hand! Make much of it while yet you have that most precious of all good gifts, a loving mother. Read the unfathomable love of those eyes; the kind anxiety of that tone and look, however slight your pain. In after life you may have friends, fond, dear friends, but never will you have again the inexpressible love and gentleness lavished upon you, which none but a mother bestows.
It is the general rule, that all superior men inherit the elements of superiority from their mothers.
The future destiny of the child is always the work of the mother.
Let France have good mothers, and she will have good sons.
The mother in her office holds the key of the soul; and she it is who stamps the coin of character, and makes the being who would be a savage but for her gentle cares, a Christian man! Then crown her queen of the world.
Maternal love! thou word that sums all bliss.
Unhappy is the man for whom his own mother has not made all other mothers venerable.
No joy in nature is so sublimely affecting as the joy of a mother at the good fortune of her child.
Stories first heard at a mother's knee are never wholly forgotten,—a little spring that never quite dries up in our
journey through scorching years.
My mother's influence in molding my character was conspicuous. She forced me to learn daily long chapters of the Bible by heart. To that discipline and patient, accurate resolve I owe not only much of my general power of taking pains, but the best part of my taste for literature.
But one thing on earth is better than the wife, and that is the mother.
Say to mothers, what a holy charge is theirs; with what a kingly power their love might rule the fountains of the newborn mind.
Observe how soon, and to what a degree, a mother's influence begins to operate! Her first ministration for her infant is to enter, as it were, the valley of the shadow of death, and win its life at the peril of her own! How different must an affection thus founded be from all others!
If you would reform the world from its errors and vices, begin by enlisting the mothers.
An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.
The dignity, the grandeur, the tenderness, the everlasting and divine significance of motherhood.
Happy he with such a mother! faith in womankind beats with his blood, and trust in all things high comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall, he shall not blind his soul with clay.
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