A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.

A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take.

There is no way to be a perfect mother, and a million ways to be a good one.

A mother’s love is more beautiful than any fresh flower.

A mother is the one who fills your heart in the first place.

To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.

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

Mother is the heartbeat in the home; and without her, there seems to be no heartthrob.

When you are looking at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.

We are each of us angels with only one wing and we can only fly by embracing one another.

That's what the holidays are for - for one person to tell the stories and another to dispute them. Isn't that the Irish way?

Every St. Patrick's Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.

Let our New Year's resolution be this: we will be there for one another as fellow members of humanity in the finest sense of the word.

Who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?

My mother is a walking miracle.

Motherhood is... difficult and... rewarding.

With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.