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“God promised by the mouth of Isaiah that queens should be the nursing mothers of the church.”

Should Mother Church Mouths Queens Nursing

Book:Letters of John Calvin

Source: Letters of John Calvin

“Yet you would not drive a car with your mouth unless you are my mother-in-law.”

Law Mother Car Mouths In-laws Mother In Law

Author:Jean-Louis Gassee

“When I hear the deepest truths I speak coming out of my mouth sounding like my mother's, even remembering how I fought against her, I have to reassess both our relationship as well as the sources of my knowing.”

Wells Remember Mother Speak Knowing Source Mouths Coming Out Our Relationship

Book:Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches

Source: Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches

“I grow old, I grow old, the center will not fold. In youth I had hardening of the categories and looked for the father and the mother in every lover. Then I cracked. Then I fragmented. Then the old man in my soul found the god in herself, not in some Jungian fairy tale but in the flesh that fell from the bones and the words that came into my mouth when the look went out of their eyes.”

Men Looks Soul Eye Mother Found Father Grows Youth Lovers Mouths Bones Flesh Tales My Soul Fairy Old Man Categories Fairy Tale Folds Cracked Fragmented

Author:Jennifer Stone

“Milk in a mother's breast-that's cool. Milk in a mouth-that's cool too. But milk in my trumpet? Not so cool. I have to play that thing.”

Play Mother Mouths Breasts Milk Trumpets

Author:Wynton Marsalis

“I looked at her. my lovely, tall mother with her pretty coil of hair and her hard, bitter mouth. Her veins were never open. Her heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted into puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.”

Heart Hard Mother Hair Cost Normal Mouths Lovely Bitter Tall Veins Lawns Puddles

Book:We Were Liars

Source: We Were Liars

“Where I lived - winter and hard earth.I sat in my cold stone roomchoosing tough words, granite, flint,to break the ice. My broken heart -I tried that, but it skimmed,flat, over the frozen lake.She came from a long, long way,but I saw her at last, walking,my daughter, my girl, across the fields,In bare feet, bringing all spring's flowersto her mother's house. I swearthe air softened and warmed as she moved,the blue sky smiling, none too soon,with the small shy mouth of a new moon.”