Sons are the anchors of a mother’s life.
There is an endearing tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart.
Men are what their mothers made them.
There has never been, nor will there ever be, anything quite so special as the love between the mother and a son.
A boy’s best friend is his mother.
Moms are as relentless as the tides. They don’t just drive us to practice, they drive us to greatness.
All I am I owe to my mother.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.
If love is as sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.
A mother’s love doesn’t make her son more dependent and timid; it actually makes him stronger and more independent.
Heaven on Earth is looking at my little boy.
To a mother, a son is never a fully grown man; and a son is never a fully grown man until he understands and accepts this about his mother.
A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
A man never sees all that his mother has been to him until it’s too late to let her know that he sees it.
Son, you will outgrow my lap but never my heart.
The most important mark I will leave on this world is my son.
Mothers are inscrutable beings to their sons, always.
My mother is my root, my foundation. She planted the seed that I base my life on, and that is the belief that the ability to achieve starts in your mind.
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
Mother is her son’s first god; she must teach him the most important lesson of all — how to love.