My mother was like sand. The kind that warms you on a beach when you come shivering out of the cold water. The kind that clings to your body, leaving its impression on your skin to remind you where you’ve been and where you’ve come from. The kind you keep finding in your shoes and your pockets long after you’ve left the beach. She was also like the sand that archaeologists dig through. Layers and layers of sand that have kept dinosaur bones together for millions of years. And as hot and dusty and plain as that sand might be, those archaeologists are grateful for it, because without it to keep the bones in place, everything would scatter. Everything would fall apart. Clare Vanderpool
The only love that I really believe in is a mother’s love for her children.
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Karl Lagerfeld
The Simple PathSilence is PrayerPrayer is FaithFaith is LoveLove is ServiceThe Fruit of Service is Peace
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Mother Teresa
What's your heart telling you to do? I don't know.' Maybe, you're trying too hard to hear it.
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Nicholas Sparks
The best love in the world, is the love of a man. The love of a man who came from your womb, the love of your son! I don't have a daughter, but maybe the love of a daughter is the best, too. I am...
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C. Joybell C.
I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.
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Mitch Albom
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