Being a mother means that your heart is no longer yours;
In the love of a brave and faithful man there is always a strain
A mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger
it wanders wherever your children do
George Bernard Shaw
of maternal tenderness; he gives out again those beams of protecting
fondness which were shed on him as he lay on his mother's knee.
George Eliot
where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of
its quenchless fidelity like a star.
Edwin Hubbel Chapin
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