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Who’s a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?
Donald E. Westlake
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Mother’s Day Quotes
The babe at first feeds upon the mother’s bosom, but it is always on her heart.
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The babe at first feeds upon the mother’s bosom, but it is always on her heart.
Henry Ward Beecher
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When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she’d just make enough for 16 and only serve half.
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When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she’d just make enough for 16 and only serve half.
Gracie Allen
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There is nothing in the world of art like the songs mother used to sing.
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There is nothing in the world of art like the songs mother used to sing.
Billy Sunday
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I got to grow up with a mother who taught me to believe in me.
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I got to grow up with a mother who taught me to believe in me.
Antonio Villaraigosa
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With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.
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With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.
Isadora Duncan
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Motherhood is… difficult and… rewarding.
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Motherhood is… difficult and… rewarding.
Gloria Estefan
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The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
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The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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My dear Mama, you are definitely the hen who hatched a famous duck.
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My dear Mama, you are definitely the hen who hatched a famous duck.
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
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If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?
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If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?
Milton Berle
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It may be possible to gild pure gold, but who can make his mother more beautiful?
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It may be possible to gild pure gold, but who can make his mother more beautiful?
Mahatma Gandhi
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A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
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A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
Honore de Balzac
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