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children pride men
There is not a manufacturer or tradesman in existence, who would not employ a man who takes a reasonable degree of pride in the appearance of himself and those about him, in preference to a sullen, slovenly fellow, who works doggedly on, regardless of his own clothing and that of his wife and children, and seeming to take pleasure or pride in nothing. Charles Dickens
children father heart
Father Time is not always a hard parent and though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigor. With such people the gray head is but the impression of the old fellow's hand in giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well-spent life. Charles Dickens
children sea play
There is nothing--no, nothing--innocent or good, that dies and is forgotten; let us hold to that faith or none. An infant, a prattling child, dying in the cradle, will live again in the better thoughts of those that loved it, and play its part through them in the redeeming actions of the world, though its body be burnt to ashes or drowned in the deep sea. Charles Dickens
children parenting expectations
In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt, as injustice. Charles Dickens
children grieving two
It always grieves me to contemplate the initiation of children into the ways of life when they are scarcely more than infants. It checks their confidence and simplicity, two of the best qualities that heaven gives them, and demands that they share our sorrows before they are capable of entering into our enjoyments. Charles Dickens
children father past
How strange it is that we of the present day are constantly praising that past age which our fathers abused, and as constantly abusing that present age, which our children will praise. Charles Caleb Colton
children knowledge enemy
Religion has treated knowledge sometimes as an enemy, sometimes as a hostage; often as a captive and more often as a child; but knowledge has become of age, and religion must either renounce her acquaintance, or introduce her as a companion and respect her as a friend. Charles Caleb Colton
children gambling parent
Gaming is the child of avarice, but the parent of prodigality. Charles Caleb Colton
children heaven wish
Avarice begets more vices than Priam did children and like Priam survives them all. It starves its keeper to surfeit those who wish him dead, and makes him submit to more mortifications to lose heaven than the martyr undergoes to gain it. Charles Caleb Colton
pain real power
To know the pains of power, we must go to those who have it; to know its pleasures, we must go to those who are seeking it: the pains of power are real, its pleasures imaginary. Charles Caleb Colton
pain age youth
The seeds of repentance are sown in youth by pleasure, but the harvest is reaped in age by pain. Charles Caleb Colton
pain shadow substance
Pain may be said to follow pleasure as its shadow; but the misfortune is that in this particular case, the substance belongs to the shadow, the emptiness to its cause. Charles Caleb Colton
pain shadow may
Pain may be said to follow pleasure as its shadow. Charles Caleb Colton
pain angel reflection
If there be a pleasure on earth which angels cannot enjoy, and which they might almost envy man the possession of, it is the power of relieving distress--if there be a pain which devils might pity man for enduring, it is the death-bed reflection that we have possessed the power of doing good, but that we have abused and perverted it to purposes of ill. Charles Caleb Colton
pain memories vices
Drunkenness is the vice of a good constitution or of a bad memory of a constitution so treacherously good that it never bends till it breaks; or of a memory that recollects the pleasures of getting intoxicated, but forgets the pains of getting sober. Charles Caleb Colton
pain doors hands
Sensibility would be a good portress if she had but one hand; with her right she opens the door to pleasure, but with her left to pain. Charles Caleb Colton
pain hands years
On the eve of long voyages or an absence of many years, friends who are tenderly attached will seperate with the usual look, the usual pressure of the hand, planning one final interview for the morrow, while each well knows that it is but a poor feint to save the pain of uttering that one word, and the meeting will never be. Should possibilities be worse to bear than certainties? Charles Dickens
pain god-love accepting
Regardless of the source of our pain, we must accept that God knows, God loves, and God is at work. Charles Stanley
blood littles way
If all seconds were as averse to duels as their principals, very little blood would be shed in that way. Charles Caleb Colton
blood agony race
In agony unknown He bleeds away His life; in terrible throes He exhausts His soul. "Eloi! Eloi! lama sabachthani?" And then see! they pierce His side, and forthwith runneth out blood and water! This is the shedding of blood, the terrible pouring out of blood, without which, for you and the whole human race, there is no remission. Charles Spurgeon
blood sides priceless
Blood, always precious, is priceless when it streams from Immanuel's side. Charles Spurgeon
blood people monkeys
Well, here's the thing with relationships on 'True Blood': Once they happen then you have to throw a monkey-wrench into them, because to have people be happy is not that exciting. Alan Ball
blood lambs
There is no place to hide but in the blood of the Lamb. Aiden Wilson Tozer
blood web-of-life animal-rights
All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. Chief Seattle
blood my-best-friend
I sucked blood from one of my best friends Darren Shan
blood speak nations
Our nation's blood supply is safer than it's ever been, and it's getting safer as we speak David Satcher
blood understanding world
I thought of how many places there are in the world that belong in this way to someone, who has it in his blood beyond anyone else's understanding. Cesare Pavese