Never does one feel oneself so utterly helpless as in trying to speak comfort for great bereavement. I will not try it. Time is the only comforter for the loss of a mother. – Jane Welsh Carlyle

Women known
The way to rear up children (to be just)
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes
And stringing pretty words that make no sense.
And kissing full sense into empty words. – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

For a mother is the only person on earth
Who can divide her love among ten children
And each child still have all her love. – Anon.