You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
You may strive to be like them but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.
For life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday.
The love of a parent for a child is the love that should grow towards separation.