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Obedience, you know, is Good Luck's mother, wedded to Salvation, they say.
Once in royal David's city Stood a lowly cattle-shed, Where a mother laid her baby In a manger for his bed. Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little child.
My mother thinks Vietnam is somewhere near Panama.
His father was self-made, but his mother was constructed by others, and such edifices are notoriously fragile.
WemetDr Hall insuchverydeep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead.
From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents.Yourmother will never seeyouagainif youdo not marry Mr Collins,and Iwill never seeyouagainif you do.
'Oh, mother, mother, mak my bed, And mak it saft and narrow; My love has died for me to-day, I'll die for him tomorrow.'
Le coeur d'une me' re est un ab|"me au fond duquel se trouve toujours un pardon. A mother'sheart isanabyss atthebottomof whichthere is always forgiveness.
France, me' re des arts, des armes et des lois. France, mother of arts, of weapons and of laws.
Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free, How shall we extol thee who are born of thee? Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set; God who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.
And moreover my mother taught me as a boy (repeatingly) 'Ever to confess you're bored means you have no Inner Resources.' I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
And God spake all these words, saying,Iamthe L thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. Thou shalt have no other gods before me. Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that isinheaven above, or that isin the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth: Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the L thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me; And shewing mercy unto thousands of them that love me, and keep my commandments. Thoushalt nottakethename of the L thy God invain; for the L will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain. Remember thesabbath day, to keep it holy. Six daysthou shalt labour and do all thy work: But the seventh day is the sabbath of the L thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates: For in six days the L made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the L blessed the sabbath day, and hallowed it. Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long uponthelandwhichtheL thy Godgiveththee. Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not commit adultery. Thou shalt not steal. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour's.
Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the L gave, and the L hath taken away; blessed be the name of the L.
He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. And he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is not worthy of me. He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.
And he stretched forth his hand toward his disciples, and said,Behold my mother and my brethren! For whosoever shall do the will of my Father which is in heaven, the same is my brother, and sister, and mother.
When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son! Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother! And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.
And upon her forehead was a name written,.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free.
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light.
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
He kissed the hand and by the hand led And to his mother brought, Who in sorrow pale, through the lonely dale, Her little boy weeping sought.
My mother groaned! my father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm.
My first act on entering this world was to kill my mother.
In Criticks hands, beware thou dost not come; And take thy way where yet thou art not known, If for thy Father askt, say, thou hadst none: And for thy Mother, she alas is poor, Which caus'd her thus to send thee out of door.
Yet I would not die a maid, because I had a mother, As I was by one brought forth, I would bring forth another.
Aujourd'hui, maman est morte. Ou peut-e" tre hier, je ne sais pas. Mother died today.Or perhaps it was yesterday, I don't know.
'My country right or wrong', is a thing that no patriot would thinkof saying except in a desperate case.It is like saying,'My mother, drunkor sober'. See Decatur 258:8.
She was maintaining the prime truth of woman, the universal motherthat if a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly.
So for the mother's sake the child was dear, And dearer was the mother for the child.
Mother of three; divorcee; American. Twenty years experience as an actress in motion pictures. Mobile still and more affable than rumour would have it.Wants steadyemployment in Hollywood. (Has had Broadway). References upon request.
Old Mother Wit, and Nature gave Shakespeare and Fletcher all they have; In Spenser, and in Jonson, Art Of slower Nature got the start.
Iam well awarethat Iam theumblest person going My mother is likewise a very umble person.We live in a numble abode.
An author who speaks about his own books is almost as bad as a mother who talks about her own children.
In marrying, a man does not, to be sure, marry his wife's mother; and yet a prudent man, when he begins to think of the daughter, would look sharp at the mother; ay, and back to the grandmother too, and along the whole female line of ancestry.
The mother's yearning, thatcompletest type of the life in another life which is the essence of real human love, feels the presence of the cherished child even in the debased, degraded man.
If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the Ode on a Grecian Urn is worth any numberof old ladies.
Mother Knows Best.
She had once been a Catholic, but discovering that priests were infinitely more attentive when she was in process of losing or regaining faith in Mother Church, she maintained an enchantingly wavering attitude.
These somewhat troublesome days when the great Mother Empire stands splendidly isolated in Europe.
I was bornwith ready-made parents and a sister and brother who had already begun their store of experience, inaccessible to me except through their language and the record, always slightly different, of our mother and father, and as each member of the family wasborn, each,ina sensewithmemories onloan, began to supply the individual furnishings of each Was-land, each Is-land, and the hopes and dreams of the Future.
If you believe in the maternal instinct and fail at mother love, you fail as a woman. It is a controlling idea that holds us in an iron grip.
The older I get, the more of my mother I see in myself.
Mon Mam Cymbry. That is, Anglesea is the Mother of Wales.
Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married?
To the University of Oxford I acknowledge no obligation; and she will as cheerfully renounce me for a son, as I am willing to disclaim her for a mother. I spent fourteen months at Magdalen College: they proved the fourteen months the most idle and unprofitable of my whole life.
Silence is become his mother tongue.
Freud is the father of psychoanalysis. It had no mother.
Don't tell my mother I'm living in sin, Don't let the old folks know.
Don't let's go to the dogs tonight For mother will be there.
Other people's babies That's my life! Mother to dozens, And nobody's wife.
It's a myth that if you're liked by only four people it must be good. It might also be very bad: they might be your mother, your brother, your uncle and your aunt.
Mother needs something today to calm her down, And though she's not really ill, There's a little yellow pill: She goes running for the shelter Of a mother's little helper, And it helps her on her way, Gets her through her busy day.
S'apercevoir que sa me' re est vierge.Les 36 situations dramatiques; trente-septie' me situation. The thirty-seventh dramatic situation out of 36:To become aware that one's mother is a virgin.
Every work of art is the child of its time, often it is the mother of our emotions.
If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o'mine,O mother o'mine.
Our mother Eve, who tasted of the tree, Giving to Adam what she held most dear, Was simply good, and had no power to see.
[Travel] preservesmy young noblemanfromsurfeiting of hisparents,andweanshimfroma dangerousfondness of his mother. It teacheth him wholesome hardship Whereas the country gentleman that never travelled, can scarce go to London without making his will, at least without wetting his handkerchief.
Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by? Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly trees all dead and dry; Here a patch of glassy water; there a glimpse of mystic sky? Have you heard the still voice callingyet so warm, and yet so cold: 'I'm the Mother-Bush that bore you! Come to me when you are old'?
Chutzpahthat quality which enables a man who has murdered his mother and father to throw himself on the mercy of the court as an orphan.
What a wonderful sight, a full housemy mother would have loved it!
This is the mother who one day chose to smother the child with kisses, and blows and blows and blows.
Je n'ai plus ni pe' re, ni me' re, Ni s½ur, ni fre' re Sinon Dieu seul auquel j'espe' re. I no longer have a father, nor a mother, Nor a sister, nor a brother. I only have God to trust in. 549
In the dark room where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human birth Her beauty fed my common earth. I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir, But through the death of some of her.
This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring.
So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gathered, not harshly plucked, for death mature: This is old age; but then thou must outlive Thy youth, thy strength, thy beauty, which will change To withered weak and grey.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence, native to famous wits
I thought of my mother, who would publicly campaign for birth control but would never even think she needed to talk to me, so firmly was she convinced that sex was something no womanno intelligent womanwould ever submit to unless she had to.
Hatred is always a sin, my mother told me. Remember that.One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discoloreverything like a drop of black ink inwhite milk. I was struck by that and meant to try it, but knew I shouldn't waste the milk.
Labour is the Father and active principle of Wealth, as lands are the Mother.
Your country is more precious and more to be revered and is holier and in higher esteem among the gods and among men of understanding than your mother and your father and all your ancestors.
Ignorance est me' re de tous les maux. Ignorance is the mother of all evils.
Mother always told me my day was coming, but I never realized I'd end up being the shortest knight of the year.
Mother of Mercy, is this the end of Rico?
I didn't know at first that there were two languages in Canada.Ijustthoughtthatthere was oneway tospeak to my father and another to talk to my mother.
Of all human struggles there is none so treacherous and remorseless as the struggle between the artist man and the mother woman.
Gin was mother's milk to her.
Be funny on a golf course? Do I kid my best friend's mother about her heart condition?
It is best to live anyhow, as one may; do not be afraid of marriage with your mother! Many have lain with their mothers in dreams too. It is he to whom such things are nothing who puts up with life best.
I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me.
When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half assured for Itylus, For theThracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil and all the pain.
I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea. I will go down to her, I and no other, Close with her, kiss her and mix her with me.
Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Her own mother lived the latter years of her life in the horrible suspicion that electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house.
I'm not MotherTeresa. I'm not Charles Manson either.
When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before, What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich Pumpkin pie?
Now thank we all our God, With heart and hands and voices, Who wondrous things hath done, In whom his world rejoices; Who from our mother's arms Hath blessed us on our way With countless gifts of love, And still is ours to-day.
Physician art thou?one, all eyes, Philosopher!a fingering slave, One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave?
A babe, by intercourse of touch I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart.
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