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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
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.
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.
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...
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."
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.
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.
mother errors reform
If you would reform the world from its errors and vices, begin by enlisting the mothers. Charles Simmons
princess men our-world
Once upon a time' These are the most magical words our world has ever known and the gateway to the greatest stories ever told. They're an immediate calling to anyone who hears them-a calling into a world where everyone is welcome and anything can happen. Mice can become men, maids can become princesses, and they can teach valuable lessons in the process. Chris Colfer
princess looks feminine
I do not... look very feminine. Diana, Princess of Wales is feminine... I am... femi-none. Caitlin Moran
princess sleep dark
She put her hand on her chest. “I have magic yet. If you will set the clock working again, then I must be still. I have read quite as many stories as you, September. More, no doubt. And I know a secret you do not: I am not the villain. I am no dark lord. I am the princess in this tale. I am the maiden, with her kingdom stolen away. And how may a princess remain safe and protected through centuries, no matter who may assail her? She sleeps. For a hundred years, for a thousand. Until her enemies have all perished and the sun rises over her perfect, innocent face once more. Catherynne M. Valente
princess who-i-am ifs
If you see me as just the princess then you misunderstand who I am and what I have been through. Mariah Carey
princess home thinking
Now for God's sake, will you two start behaving like a princess and a Courier?" Halt told them. "If you don't, I'll have to think about sending Will home.' 'Me?' Will said, his voice breaking into a high-pitched squeak of indignation. 'What's it got to do with me?' 'It's all your fault!' Halt shouted irrationally. John Flanagan
princess giving saint
You know, Hillary Clinton gives of herself. Princess Diana gave of herself. But they are not saints. Edward James Olmos
princess snow poison
A drop of poison on that gathering snow. That moment in the fairy tale when we know what just happened but the princess doesn’t. Deb Caletti
princess rapper like-me
All rappers are princesses like me. Earl Sweatshirt
princess able audience
I'm able to reach a wider audience, an older audience. I can gladly say that I'm definitely not a bubblegum princess anymore. Cher Lloyd
small-rooms tea cosy
What person, confined in a small room with nothing but a tea-cosy, will not eventually put the tea-cosy on their head? Alfred Adler
small-rooms issues design
To go back to architecture, whats organic about architecture as a field, unlike product design, is this whole issue of holism and of monumentality is really our realm. Like, we have to design things which are coherent as a single object, but also break down into small rooms and have an identity of both the big scale and the small scale. Greg Lynn
small-rooms office diplomats
I'm convinced there's a small room in the attic of the Foreign Office where future diplomats are taught to stammer Peter Ustinov
small-rooms light film
It was a small room with dim light coming in the window, reminiscent of old Polish films. Haruki Murakami
small-rooms rooms doe
In a small room one does not say what one would in a large room. Louis Kahn
small-rooms may world
Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room. William Butler Yeats