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

A woman's love Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, And by its weakness overcomes.

And Adam called his wife's name Eve; because she was the mother of all living.

At the cross, her station keeping, stood the mournful mother, weeping, where He hung, the dying Lord.

Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.

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!

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

That it should come to this, But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two, So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not ...

The inhabitants of the villages ceased, they ceased in Israel, until that I Deborah arose, that I arose a mother in Israel.

The mother says to her daughter: Daughter bid thy daughter, to her daughter, that her daughter's daughter is crying.