Motherhood Quotes

I think, at a child's birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift should be curiosity.

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.

No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed. I have known mothers who remake the bed after their children do it because there is wrinkle in the spread or the blanket is on crooked. This is sick.

Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.

Everyone is guilty at one time or another of throwing out questions that beg to be ignored, but mothers seem to have a market on the supply. "Do you want a spanking or do you want to go to bed?" Don't you want to save some of the pizza for your brother?" Wasn't there any change?

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

Happiness... consists in giving, and in serving others.

Food, love, career, and mothers, the four major guilt groups.

It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding.

Motherhood has completely changed me. It's just about like the most completely humbling experience that I've ever had. I think that it puts you in your place because it really forces you to address the issues that you claim to believe in and if you can't stand up to those principles when you're raising a child, forget it.

I surely know that there is no role in life more essential and more eternal than that of motherhood.

However motherhood comes to you, it's a miracle.

Children are the anchors of a mother's life.

I stand fearlessly for small dogs, the American Flag, motherhood and the Bible. That's why people love me.

I'm beginning to perceive motherhood as a long, slow letting go, of which birth is just the first step.

Giving birth was easier than having a tattoo.

I think that love is more like a light that you carry. At first childish happiness keeps it lighted and after that romance. Then motherhood lights it and then duty . . . and maybe after that sorrow. You wouldn't think that sorrow could be a light, would you, dearie? But it can. And then after that, service lights it. Yes. . . . I think that is what love is to a woman . . . a lantern in her hand.

Motherhood has relaxed me in many ways. You learn to deal with crisis. I've become a juggler, I suppose. It's all a big circus, and nobody who knows me believes I can manage, but sometimes I do.

The mother loves her child most divinely, not when she surrounds him with comfort and anticipates his wants but when she resolutely holds him to the highest standards and is content with nothing less than his best.

I had a dozen years to act before starting a family, then found that motherhood dwarfed everything else. Once or twice a year, I take a project that appeals to me for its redeeming social value.

Why must the woman apologize for not having a baby just because she happened to get pregnant? It's as if we think motherhood is the default setting for a woman's life from first period to menopause, and she needs a note from God not to say yes to every zygote that knocks on her door.

A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.

Necessity, the mother of invention.

Milton calls the university A stony-hearted step-mother.

Some people talk of morality, and some of religion, but give me a little snug property.

A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.

None of my own experiences ever finds its way into my work. However, the stages of my life - motherhood, middle age, etc. - often influence my subject matter.

Love and grief and motherhood, Fame and mirth and scorn - these are all shall befall, Any woman born.

When a woman is twenty, a child deforms her; when she is thirty, he preserves her; and when forty, he makes her young again.

The world is full of women blindsided by the unceasing demands of motherhood, still flabbergasted by how a job can be terrific and tortuous.

If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!