If there were no schools to take the children away from home part of the time the insane asylums would be filled with mothers.

Where there is a mother in the home matters go well.

Nature is the mother and the habitat of man even if sometimes a stepmother and an unfriendly home.

My mother never gave up one me. I messed up in school so much they were sending me home but my mother sent me right back.

For me already being part of a single parent household and knowing it was just me and my mom you'd would wake up times and hope that the next day you'd be able to be alongside your mother because she was out trying to make sure that I was taken care of. But all I cared about was her being home.

And I come here as a daughter raised on the South Side of Chicago - by a father who was a blue-collar city worker and a mother who stayed at home with my brother and me.

Children that are raised in a home with a married mother and father consistently do better in every measure of well-being than their peers who come from divorced or step-parent single-parent cohabiting homes.

I am not quite sure where home is right now. I do have places in London and Milan and a house in Spain. I guess I would say home is where my mother is and she lives in Spain.

I kiss the soil as if I placed a kiss on the hands of a mother for the homeland is our earthly mother. I consider it my duty to be with my compatriots in this sublime and difficult moment.

My mother whom I love dearly has continually revised my life story within the context of a complicated family history that includes more than the usual share of divorce step-children dysfunction and obfuscation. I've spent most of my adult life attempting to deconstruct that history and separate fact from fiction.

No country in history ever sent mothers of toddlers off to fight enemy soldiers until the United States did this in the Iraq war.

It's in the history books the Holocaust. It's just a phrase. And the truth is it happened yesterday. It happened to my mother. I never met my grandmothers or my grandfathers. They were all wiped up in the gas chambers of Nazi Germany.

I learned more from my mother than from all the art historians and curators who have informed me about technical aspects of art history and art appreciation over the years.

My father was a member of the Teamsters Union in California where he helped to organize better health care for workers. My mother worked for more than 20 years on an assembly line.

Americans want and deserve a broad array of health insurance choices so they can identify those that best fit their own individual or family needs. These choices expand when we allow free enterprise to foster innovation not smother it with taxes and one-size fits all ideology.

Children born to teens have less supportive and stimulating environments poorer health lower cognitive development and worse educational outcomes. Children of teen mothers are at increased risk of being in foster care and becoming teen parents themselves thereby repeating the cycle.

I think about my parents all the time especially on Sunday when I'm at Mass. My mother always said 'We do not pray to win elections. We pray for people's health we pray that God's will be done we pray that we do our best. But we do not pray to win elections.'

I think all Americans believe in human rights. And health is an often overlooked aspect of basic human rights. And it's one that's easily corrected. The reason I say that is that many of the diseases that we treat around the world I knew when I was a child. My mother was a registered nurse. And they no longer exist in our country.

My grandmother had six kids - one died as an infant - and she was dirt-poor and all her kids got an education. And my mom grew up poor. And they both worked so hard and cultivated so much of their own happiness. I wanted to have that like an amulet. Not like armor but like a magic feather. Like Dumbo's magic feather.

My mother was a public school teacher in Virginia and we didn't have any money we just survived on happiness on being a happy family.

You know the passage where Scarlett voices her happiness that her mother is dead so that she can't see what a bad girl Scarlett has become? Well that's me.

Completeness? Happiness? These words don't come close to describing my emotions. There truly is nothing I can say to capture what motherhood means to me particularly given my medical history.

By and large mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

As the mother of two daughters I have great respect for women. And I don't ever want to lose that.