Its mother was weeping. My Mother dear. O men with mother s and wives, Ralph Waldo Emerson. The author who speaks about his own books is almost as bad as a mother who talks about her own children. The Grand mother .
Children are the anchors that hold a mother to life.
Pliny the Elder. The mother then licks them gradually into proper shape. No more a mother , but a step-dame rather. No more a mother , but a step-dame rather. 13 Miguel de Cervantes.