A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.
Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.
Strong and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a stepmother, is sometimes a mother; privation gives birth to power of soul and mind; distress is the nurse of self-respect; misfortune is a good breast for great souls.
The transept belfry and the two towers were to him three great cages, the birds in which, taught by him, would sing for him alone. Yet it was these same bells which had made him deaf; but mothers are often fondest of the child who has made them suffer most.
...mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain.
The mother...swinging the children by pulling on a length of string, while at the same time she kept and eye on them with that protective watchfulness, half animal, half angelic, which is the quality of motherhood.
Idleness is a mother. She has a son, robbery, and a daughter, hunger.
Gutenberg's invention of printing is the greatest event-the mother of revolution
The peasants of the Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one pup that is killed by the mother for fear that on growing up it would devour the other little ones.
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