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mother children pride
Pride is one of the seven deadly sins; but it cannot be the pride of a mother in her children, for that is a compound of two cardinal virtues - faith and hope. Charles Dickens
mother determination father
what I want you to be - I don't mean physically but morally: you are very well physically - is a firm fellow, a fine firm fellow, with a will of your own, with resolution. with determination. with strength of character that is not to be influenced except on good reason by anybody, or by anything. That's what I want you to be. That's what your father, & your mother might both have been Charles Dickens
mother children heart
The two stand in the fast-thinning throng of victims, but they speak as if they were alone. Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother, else so wide apart and differing, have come together on the dark highway, to repair home together and to rest in her bosom. Charles Dickens
mother sweet pain
Let the tears which fell, and the broken words which were exchanged in the long close embrace between the orphans, be sacred. A father, sister, and mother, were gained, and lost, in that one moment. Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain. Charles Dickens
mother nature garden
The evening wind made such a disturbance just now, among some tall old elm-trees at the bottom of the garden, that neither my mother nor Miss Betsey could forbear glancing that way. As the elms bent to one another, like giants who were whispering secrets, and after a few seconds of such repose, fell into a violent flurry, tossing their wild arms about, as if their late confidences were really too wicked for their peace of mind... Charles Dickens
mother nature children
"But even if he has been wicked," pursued Rose, "think how young he is; think that he may never have known a mother's love, or the comfort of a home; that ill-usage and blows, or the want of bread, may have driven him to herd with men who have forced him to guilt. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercy's sake, think of this, before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment." Charles Dickens
mother butterfly garden
Now I am in the garden at the back . . . a very preserve of butterflies as I remember it, with a high fence, and a gate . . . where the fruit clusters on the trees, riper and richer than fruit has ever been since, in any other garden, and where my mother gathers some in a basket while I stand by, bolting furtive gooseberries, and trying to look unnerved. Charles Dickens
mother abode wells
I am well aware that I am the 'umblest person going. . . . My mother is likewise a very 'umble person. We live in a 'umble abode. Charles Dickens
mother errors reform
If you would reform the world from its errors and vices, begin by enlisting the mothers. Charles Simmons
book night men
Although I am an old man, night is generally my time for walking. Charles Dickens
book reading writing
There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts. Charles Dickens
book knowledge men
Mathematicians have sought knowledge in figures, Philosophers in systems, Logicians in subtleties, and Metaphysicians in sounds. It is not in any nor in all of these. He that studies only men, will get the body of knowledge without the soul, and he that studies only books, the soul without the body. Charles Caleb Colton
book reading advice
When in reading we meet with any maxim that may be of use, we should take it for our own, and make an immediate application of it, as we would of the advice of a friend whom we have purposely consulted. Charles Caleb Colton
book merit lovers
We should choose our books as we would our companions, for their sterling and intrinsic merit. Charles Caleb Colton
book reading writing
Some read to think, these are rare; some to write, these are common; and some read to talk, and these form the great majority. Charles Caleb Colton
book reading writing
Many books require no thought from those who read them, and for a very simple reason; they made no such demand upon those who wrote them. Charles Caleb Colton
book writing companion
With books, as with companions, it is of more consequence to know which to avoid, than which to choose, for good books are as scarce as good companions, and in both instances, all that we can learn from baad ones is, that some much time has been worse than thrown away. Charles Caleb Colton
book men soul
He that studies only men will get the body of knowledge without the soul; and he that studies only books, the soul without the body. Charles Caleb Colton
yesterday knows
I am but of yesterday, and know nothing. Charles Spurgeon
yesterday nuts today
Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut, that held its ground. David Icke
yesterday may tomorrow
If you concentrate on the present, you eliminate what happened yesterday and any apprehension of what may happen tomorrow. Denis Waitley
yesterday giving want
Are you smelling me?” After yesterday I suspected that my body was giving him all kinds of information I didn't want him to have. “Don't tempt me,” he murmured. Deborah Harkness
yesterday political demise
When I die, I don't want my demise to be used as a political rally, and that's what happened yesterday. Bill O'Reilly
yesterday eras commodity
In this difficult era the most valuable commodity is the unfailing turn of the hours and how they retrieve for us the known harbor of yesterday. Chang-Rae Lee
yesterday waiting house
I was going to do a big radio show, and I said to my driver, 'Radio can wait, take me to the Full House house.' It literally was a drive-by. I photobombed the Full House house yesterday. I took like 20 pictures because I thought I didn't look good in any of these - you can't see the house! You gotta really show that that's the house! Bob Saget
yesterday what-is-love rose
The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; And what is love but a rose that fades? Edgar Lee Masters
yesterday errors forever
bureaucracy, safely repeating today what it did yesterday, rolls on as ineluctably as some vast computer, which, once penetrated by error, duplicates it forever. Barbara Tuchman