“A picture of Christ was hung in the back of a pulpit. When the minister rose to speak one Sunday morning, a little boy asked his mother, 'Mother, who is that man who stands so we can't see Jesus?'” MenLittlesChristianMotherJesusSpeakChristBoysMorningRoseChristian InspirationalMinistersSundayHungLittle BoysPulpitSunday Morning Author:Vance Havner
“Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses - Cupid paid: He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lips, the rose Growing one's cheek (but none knows how); With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin: All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes - She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this for thee? What shall, alas! become of me?” KnowsLoveDonePlayEyeLastsMotherWinningLosesKnow HowGrowingTeamKissingPaidBlindRoseLipsCardsTheeHis EyesStakesBowsCheeksAlasArrowsCrystalsChinsBrowsDoveSparrowsCupidQuiverDimplesBows And Arrows Author:John Lyly
“On the first of May, with my comrades of the catechism class, I laid lilac, chamomile and rose before the altar of the Virgin, and returned full of pride to show my blessed posy. My mother laughed her irreverent laugh and, looking at my bunch of flowers, which was bringing the may-bug into the sitting-room right under the lamp, she said: Do you suppose it wasn't already blessed before?” FirstsMaySaidShowsSpiritMotherReligionSpiritualityRoomsClassLaughingFlowerPrideSittingBlessedRoseBunchLaughedGardeningVirginsBugsLampsAltarsComradeLilacIrreverentCatechismPosies Author:Sidonie Gabrielle Colette
“Add there was that moment when my mother and father walked in the door disguised as old people. I thought the miles in the car had bent them, dulled their eyes, even grayed and whitened their hair and caused their hands and voices to tremble. At the same time, I found, as I rose form the chair, I'd gotten old along with them.” PeopleMomentsHandsEyeFormMotherFoundFatherVoiceDoorsCarHairAddRoseMilesChairsThat MomentBentOld PeopleMother And Father Author:Louise Erdrich
“"But even if he has been wicked," pursued Rose, "think how young he is; think that he may never have known a mother's love, or the comfort of a home; that ill-usage and blows, or the want of bread, may have driven him to herd with men who have forced him to guilt. Aunt, dear aunt, for mercy's sake, think of this, before you let them drag this sick child to a prison, which in any case must be the grave of all his chances of amendment."” IfsThinkingMenWantMayChildrenHas BeensHomeYoungMotherNatureChanceKnownCasesComfortMercySickPrisonGuiltRoseSakeDearIllBlowDrivenGravesBreadWickedAmendmentsDragAuntPursuedHerdsUsageMother's LoveSick Children Book:The Charles Dickens Collection Volume One: Oliver Twist, Great Expectations, and Bleak House Source: The Charles Dickens Collection Volume One: Oliver Twist, Great Expectations, and Bleak House
“As a child, our house had a backyard lined with roses tended vigilantly by my mother. So the fragrance fills me with nostalgia for my youth.” ChildrenMotherHouseYouthRoseNostalgiaFragranceBackyards Author:Thelma Golden