Boredom, not the will, is the mother of change. Necessity is the father.
Hatred of the mother is familiar, but the mother's hatred still comes as a surprise.
Well-behaved: he always speaks as if his mother might be listening.
My mother's mild-eyed sadness looks at me from the eyes of those I love.
My mother wanted to shrink from my clinging, but did not.
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