Maternal Love Quotes

“...for, however all other feelings may be withered in a woman's nature, there is always one bright smiling spot in the maternal breast, and that is where a dearly-beloved child is concerned.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“I cannot imagine how much I must’ve suffered in my previous lives to be fortunate enough to have parents like you in this life.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“She kisses the children goodnight, leaving lipstick on their foreheads and a trail of Chanel No.5.”
― Camilla Gibb, Sweetness in the Belly

“Regardless, I love the person you were, the one you are, the one you will become.”
― Veronica Roth, Carve the Mark

“A world that is safe for mothers is safe for all.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hometown Human: To Live for Soil and Society

“Mama's arms felt like ceremony on nights when the ghosts of my past experiences wouldn't let me sleep.”
― Helen Knott, Becoming a Matriarch: A Memoir

“The whole human world is born from the womb of mothers, and if we can't make the motherly act of breastfeeding free from stigma in such a world, then it's an insult to our very existence as a species.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Constitution of The United Peoples of Earth

“My beautiful mom has always been there for me through every crisis, heartache and through all the good times in my life.”
― Debbie Sue Goodman, Still Single

“A single day is not enough, to honor all that’s you;
You gave me a lifetime, a gift to which none can compare.
A million stars, with all their might, could never shine so true;
As your pure heart, and lovely smile, when speaking words of care.
Nurturing hands, you brought up life, maternal sacrifice,
When days of darkness set, you help to see the dawn gleam.
You’re the strength I lean on, when my own does not suffice,
Wisdom laden grace, you’ve shown the light for much to be seen.
So I’ll take this day, to speak loud from heart, of all that’s true;
I love you, mom. Is all I’ll say, for nothing more will ever do.”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“I was like a ten-year-old kid who had been scraped off a mother's love so sudden and surreal that I kept hoping I could chant a few magical words and slowly, Mama Jas would materialise in front of me.”
― Diyar Harraz, Like The Starlings

“I would be the first to admit that my maternal instincts are not well developed--though in defense I must add that the raising of Ramses would have discouraged any woman.”
― Elizabeth Peters, The Hippopotamus Pool

“The newly minted maternal heart, it completely melted into mush, the oxytocin I know now, had kicked in, and how. I would fight tigers barehanded, climb down cliffs, throw myself in the path of a speeding car, and even do calculus again if I needed to, for this child.”
― Kiran Manral, Karmic Kids: The Story of Parenting Nobody Told You

“Perhaps it is just that she learnt the value of the maternal cliché, the love that is always the same no matter how many years pass and burns no less strongly by being expressed in time-worn phrases.”
― Elly Griffiths, The Crossing Places

“But for Ruth, that moment when she held Lucy in her arms was a turning point. She knew then that she would do anything to protect Lucy. She knew then what it is to be a mother.”
― Elly Griffiths, The Crossing Places

“His uncaring mother did not alert him to the intrinsic nature of maternal love. It was keen as it was strong, and it's memory razor sharp.”
― Linda Berdoll, The Darcys: New Pleasures

“The mother archetype is so fundamental within our lives and to our sense of self, that, as infants and children, we rarely see the person behind the position.”
― Pippa Grace

“when a woman herself becomes pregnant, it is as if she links directly back into an intact matrilineal network where all the mothers, all the wombs, all the foetuses and infants are connected. This does something peculiar to maternal temporality: it has the ability to stretch time out in linear directions to the distant past and future, and equally to concertina in upon itself to a point that is always in the present. Folding out, folding in, the past and the future, hinged together like delicate butterfly wings. In the way that matryoshka dolls can be opened out and displayed in a long line from smallest to biggest, or packed one inside the other, becoming one body, one space, one time.”
― Pippa Grace, Mother in the Mother: Looking Back, Looking Forward - Women's Reflections on Maternal Lineage

“Medieval illustrations show people in every other human activity-making love and dying, sleeping and eating, in bed and in the bath, praying, hunting, dancing, plowing, in games and in combat, trading, traveling, reading and writing—yet so rarely with children as to raise the question: Why not? Maternal love, like sex, is generally considered too innate to be eradicable, but perhaps under certain unfavorable conditions it may atrophy. Owing to the high infant mortality of the times, estimated at one or two in three, the investment of love in a young child may have been so unrewarding that by some ruse of nature, as when overcrowded rodents in captivity will not breed, it was suppressed. Perhaps also the frequent childbearing put less value on the product. A child was born and died and another took its place.”
― Barbara W. Tuchman, A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century

“As the most perfect subject for painting I have already specified inwardly satisfied [reconciled and peaceful] love, the object of which is not a purely spiritual ‘beyond’ but is present, so that we can see love itself before us in what is loved. The supreme and unique form of this love is Mary’s love for the Christ-child, the love of the one mother who has borne the Saviour of the world and carries him in her arms. This is the most beautiful subject to which Christian art in general, and especially painting in its religious sphere, has risen. The love of God, and in particular the love of Christ who sits at’ the right hand of God, is of a purely spiritual kind. The object of this love is visible only to the eye of the soul, so that here there is strictly no question of that duality which love implies, nor is any natural bond established between the lovers or any linking them together from the start. On the other hand, any other love is accidental in the inclination of one lover for another, or,’ alternatively, the lovers, e.g. brothers and sisters or a father in his love for his children, have outside this relation other conceI1l8 with an essential claim on them. Fathers or brothers have to apply themselves to the world, to the state, business, war, or, in short, to general purposes, while sisters become wives, mothers, and so forth. But in the case of maternal love it is generally true that a mother’s love for her child is neither something accidental just a single feature in her life, but, on the contrary, it is her supreme vocation on earth, and her natural character and most sacred calling directly coincide. But while other loving mothers see and feel in their child their husband and their inmost union with him, in Mary’s relation to her child this aspect is always absent. For her feeling has nothing in common with a wife’s love for her husband; on the contrary, her relation to Joseph is more like a sister’s to a brother, while on Joseph’s side there is a secret awe of the child who is God’s and Mary’s. Thus religious love in its fullest and most intimate human form we contemplate not in the suffering and risen Christ or in his lingering amongst his friends but in the person of Mary with her womanly feeling. Her whole heart and being is human love for the child that she calls her own, and at the same time adoration, worship, and love of God with whom she feels herself at one. She is humble in God’s sight and yet has an infinite sense of being the one woman who is blessed above all other virgins. She is not self-subsistent on her own account, but is perfect only in her child, in God, but in him she is satisfied and blessed, whether. at the manger or as the Queen of Heaven, without passion or longing, without any further need, without any aim other than to have and to hold what she has.
In its religious subject-matter the portrayal of this love has a wide series of events, including, for example, the Annunciation, the Visitation, the Birth, the Flight into Egypt, etc. And then there are, added to this, other subjects from the later life of Christ, i.e. the Disciples and the women who follow him and in whom the love of God becomes more or less a personal relation of love for a living and present Saviour who walks amongst them as an actual man; there is also the love of the angels who hover over the birth of Christ and many other scenes in his life, in serious worship or innocent joy. In all these subjects it is painting especially which presents the peace and full satisfaction of love.
But nevertheless this peace is followed by the deepest suffering.
Mary sees Christ carry his cross, she sees him suffer and die on the cross, taken down from the cross and buried, and no grief of others is so profound as hers. Mary’s grief is of a totally different kind. She is emotional, she feels the thrust of the dagger into the centre of her soul, her heart breaks, but she does not turn into stone.”
― Hegel Georg Wilhelm Friedric 1770-1831

“A mom empowered is a world empowered.”
― Abhijit Naskar, High Voltage Habib: Gospel of Undoctrination

“I looked up again at the stained glass window. There she was, the same smile on her lips. I'm sure you were totally freaked out when they told you that you were pregnant, but at least your baby's birth is now celebrated all around the world! And so many people have been saved by you, and by your child! Then again, to be eternally known as the Virgin Mother, as if that's the only thing that gave meaning to your existence... Hey did you have any hobbies of your own? Or maybe there was a singer you were really into? You must have gotten stressed out sometimes. I mean, being called the Virgin Mother, even after your son was all grown up... And then to have him crucified like that. I can't imagine how hard that must have been. I just hope you managed to live your life the way you wanted, to take naps when you felt like it, to know yourself by a name that made sense to you...”
― Emi Yagi, Diary of a Void

“If you told me today that you wanted to become a cow and roam the fields, I would by you a little cowbell for that scrawny neck of yours.”
― Alice Winters, A Villain for Christmas

“Gabi had felt the same way. As if the universe had abruptly expanded, like opening up a map, in a way she wouldn't have believed was possible. Love. The real thing. Huge and hungry and savage.”
― Lauren Beukes, Broken Monsters

“If Mama had lived, ... I hope she would have supported and approved of her daughter’s ambitions to accomplish something in this life. She taught me to read when I was five years old. If she knew what I was doing now, if she knew that I had been accepted at the university—the university , Papa—don’t you think she would have been just a little bit proud?”
― Lene Kaaberbøl, A Lady in Shadows

“When a woman is breastfeeding, the first and only thought that should appear in your mind is that the purpose of those breasts is to nourish a life, but if your mind gets either contemptuous or sexual instead, then go home and try to figure out if you are a human.”
― Abhijit Naskar

“Sonnet of Breastfeeding

From the breasts a world is fed,
With their warmth society is raised.
Yet we ignore their sacred place,
Without breasts we'll all be erased.
Woman's breasts are not objects,
With or without a baby clinging.
We may hail them means of pleasure,
Only when the person is asking.
Way more than triggers of romance,
Breasts are symbolic of motherhood.
A society that doesn't respect mothers,
Will never ever attain humanhood.
A world that is safe for mothers,
Is safe for all beyond age and genders.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hometown Human: To Live for Soil and Society

“All this was in contrast to the idea that a newborn, on the basis of cortical immaturity, is a being who remembers and understands nothing: a person only within the context of the mother’s acknowledgment, blank, a species of human cabbage.”
― Antonella Gambotto-Burke, Apple: Sex, Drugs, Motherhood and the Recovery of the Feminine

“The thought of foals being taken away from their mothers, ripped without warning from everything familiar and loved, then starved, clubbed, or sold for meat, tore her heart to shreds. Tears filled her eyes as she imagined Blue and the nurse mare, scared and confused and frantic, wondering why someone had taken their babies. She could almost feel the horrible, heavy pain in their chests, the terror and helplessness in their minds. It didn't matter that they were animals. Mares still possessed the maternal instinct. She had seen it with her own eyes when Bonnie Blue looked back at her newborn filly. It was love at first sight. Her mother had never looked at her that way, but Julia had studied enough interactions between mothers and daughters to recognize unconditional love when she saw it.”
― Ellen Marie Wiseman, The Life She Was Given

“Maternal love is an instinctive and natural impulse, and animals possess it in a degree as high as that of human beings. This alone is enough to show that it is not true love, that it is not of moral origin ; for all morality proceeds from the intelligible character which animals, having no free will, do not possess. The ethical imperative can be heard only by a rational creature ; there is no such thing as natural morality, for all morality must be self-conscious.”
― Otto Weininger, Sex and Character: An Investigation of Fundamental Principles

“I wonder if it's sinking in, how the dish that Uncle Kevin loves the most has become Po Po's own favourite in the eight years that she didn't hear a word from him.”
― Cynthia So, If You Still Recognise Me