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“If my mother hadn't thrown my football boots on the fire, I might have become as famous as Denis Compton.”

Ifs Might Mother Fire Football Thrown Boots Compton

Author:Len Hutton

“With smoking axle hot with speed, with steeds of fire and steam, Wide-waked To-day leaves Yesterday behind him like a dream. Still, from the hurrying train of Life, fly backward far and fast The milestones of the fathers, the landmarks of the past. But human hearts remain unchanged: the sorrow and the sin, The loves and hopes and fears of old, are to our own akin; And if, in tales our fathers told, the songs our mothers sung, Tradition wears a snowy beard, Romance is always young.”

Source: Narrative and Legendary Poems, Complete Volume I., the Works of Whittier

“Some people misunderstand evil and believe it will relent, and because their misplaced hope inspires dark hearts to dream darker dreams, they are the fathers and mothers of all wars. Evil does not relent; it must be defeated. And even when defeated, uprooted, and purified by fire, evil leaves behind a seed that will one day germinate and, in blooming, again be misunderstood.”

People Believe Heart Doe War Dream Mother Evil Father Dark Behinds Fire Inspire One Day Seeds Defeated Misunderstood Blooming Misplaced

Book:Odd Apocalypse: An Odd Thomas Novel

Source: Odd Apocalypse: An Odd Thomas Novel

“Who set Rome on fire? The man we must admire. For killing his wife, and taking the life of mother and brother and so many others, while plucking his damnable lyre.”

Men Mother Fire Wife He Man Brother Killing Admire Rome

Book:The Flames of Rome

Source: The Flames of Rome

“I believe in one secret and ineffable Lord; and in one Star in the Company of Stars of whose fire we are created, and to which we shall return; and in one Father of Life, Mystery of Mystery, in His name Chaos, the sole viceregent of the Sun upon the Earth; and in one Air the nourisher of all that breathes. And I believe in one Earth, the Mother of us all, and in one Womb wherein all men are begotten, and wherein they shall rest, Mystery of Mystery, in Her name Babalon.”

Men Believe Earth Mother Father Names I Believe Stars Secret Company Lord Sun Fire Air Mystery Return Chaos I Believe In Breathe Sole Womb Ineffable

Author:Aleister Crowley

“O German mother dreaming by the fire, While you are knitting socks to send your son His face is trodden deeper in the mud.”

Dream Faces Mother Fire Son Deeper Mud Sock Knitting Your Son

Book:War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon

Source: War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon

“A choir of angels glorified the hour, the vault of heaven was dissolved in fire. "Father, why hast Thou forsaken me? Mother, I beg you, do not weep for me.”

Mother Father Heaven Hours Fire Angel Choir Forsaken Vaults

Book:Избранные Стихи

Source: Избранные Стихи

“Here's a strange fact: murder a man, and you feel responsible for his life - ''possessive'', even. You know more about him than his father and mother; they knew his fetus, but you know his corpse. Only you can complete the story of his life, only you know why his body has to be pushed into the fire before its time, and why his toes curl up and fight for another hour on earth.”

Knows Men Feels Facts Stories Body Earth Mother Fighting Father Hours Fire Strange Murder Responsible Toes Corpses Curls Possessive Fetus

Author:Aravind Adiga

“Give heed to the cause of the holy Roman Church, mother of all churches and teacher of the faith, whom you by the order of God, have consecrated by your blood. Against the Roman Church, you warned, lying teachers are rising, introducing ruinous sects, and drawing upon themselves speedy doom. Their tongues are fire, a restless evil, full of deadly poison. They have bitter zeal, contention in their hearts, and boast and lie against the truth.”

Giving Heart Lying Mother Order Evil Causes Church Fire Teacher Blood Holy Tongue Drawing Bitter Poison Rising Introducing Boast Restless Doom Zeal Heed Sects Contention

Author:Pope Leo X

“Did any great genius ever enter the world in the wake of commonplace pre-natal conditions? Was a maker of history ever born amidst the pleasant harmonies of a satisfied domesticity? Of a mother who was less than remarkable, although she may have escaped being great? Did a woman with no wildness in her blood ever inform a brain with electric fire? The students of history know that while many mothers of great men have been virtuous, none have been commonplace, and few have been happy.”

“At home I used to spend calm, pleasant nights with my family. My mother knit scarves for the neighborhood kids. My father helped Caleb with his homework. There was a fire in the fireplace and peace in my heart, as I was doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing, and everything was quiet. I have never been carried around by a large boy, or laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace is restrained; this is free.”

“At last, in the gray dawn of Civilization the fire in the Soul dies down. The dwindling powers rise to one more, half-successful, effort of creation, and produce the Classicism that is common to all dying Cultures. The soul thinks once again, and in Romanticism looks back piteously to its childhood; then finally, weary, reluctant, cold, it loses its desire to be, and, as in Imperial Rome, wishes itself out of the overlong daylight and back in the darkness of protomysticism in the womb of the mother in the grave.”

Source: The decline of the West

“And, indeed, is there not something holy about a great kitchen?... The scoured gleam of row upon row of metal vessels dangling from hooks or reposing on their shelves till needed with the air of so many chalices waiting for the celebration of the sacrament of food. And the range like an altar, yes, before which my mother bowed in perpetual homage, a fringe of sweat upon her upper lip and the fire glowing in her cheeks.”