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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
rose meditation way
meditation is a way of developing clarity, which allows us to see the precision of daily life situations as well as our thought process so that we can relate with both of them fully and completely. Chogyam Trungpa
rose elements flight
Human life began in flight and fear. Religion rose from rituals of propitiation, spells to lull the punishing elements. Camille Paglia
roses save soft spirit
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, / And all, save the spirit of man, is divine. Lord Byron
rosebuds silk
Can I have a silk nightgown with rosebuds on it? Audrey Hepburn
rose waiting missing
If we spend our days waiting for fabulous roses we could miss the beauty and wonder of the tiny forget-me-nots that are all around us. Dieter F. Uchtdorf
rose touching tears
Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm tears, and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
rose black one-day
Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that Aslan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in and longed for? It is as if the sun rose one day and were a black sun. C. S. Lewis
rose doe thorns
The rose does not bloom without thorns. True, but would that the thorns did not outlive the rose. Charles Francis Richter
rose corn ghost
When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most Edna St. Vincent Millay
funeral littles pay
Fame is an undertaker that pays but little attention to the living, but bedizens the dead, furnishes out their funerals, and follows them to the grave Charles Caleb Colton
funeral denmark-in-hamlet hamlet-and-ophelia
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! The funeral bak'd meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. William Shakespeare
funeral atheism body
[That] my body be buried as cheaply as possible and no speeches be permitted at my funeral. Charles Bradlaugh
funeral sure
We want to make sure they can't do this at the funeral of a hero. Marilyn Miller
funeral would-be why-not
You are thirty minutes late." "Yes." "Would you be thirty minutes late to a wedding or a funeral?" "No." "Why not, pray tell?" "Well, if the funeral was mine I'd have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral. Charles Bukowski
funeral harbor miss needs nobody priesthood spectacle state
The priesthood is not dying, but the clerical state is dead. It needs to be buried, preferably with a Viking funeral in Boston Harbor so nobody can miss the spectacle of its passing. Eugene Kennedy
funeral last-words contests
I foresee a great funeral contest over me. Alexander the Great
funeral may host
We may all host ourselves to death, and if we're all dead who will host our funerals? Amy Poehler
funeral trying four
I hunted all through the four Gospels trying to find one of Christ's funeral sermons, but I couldn't find any. I found He broke up every funeral He ever attended! Death couldn't exist where He was. Dwight L. Moody