Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Meaning of the quote
Motherhood is the source and the end of all love. The love a mother has for her child is the foundation for all the other types of love we experience in our lives. The quote suggests that a mother's love is the most powerful and important love we will ever know.
About Robert Browning
Robert Browning was an acclaimed English poet and playwright known for his dramatic monologues, irony, and challenging vocabulary. He was a leading figure among the Victorian poets, gaining recognition later in his career for works like ‘The Ring and the Book’ and ‘Dramatis Personae’.
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