motherhood

A Quote by William Wordsworth on motherhood

One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.

William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)

Source: A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 5.

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A Quote by William Shakespeare on blessings, charity, death, duty, god, good, grace, love, mind, motherhood, and obedience

DUCHESS OF YORK: God bless thee, and put meekness in thy mind, Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! GLOUCESTER: [Aside ] Amen and make me die a good old man! That is the butt-end of a mother's blessing: I marvel why her grace did leave it out.

William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

Source: King Richard III, Act 1I, Scene 2

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A Quote by William Lawson on admiration, earth, imitation, motherhood, spirit, and world

What more delightsome than an infinite varietie of sweet smelling flowers? decking with sundry colours the greene mantle of the Earth, the universall Mother of us all, so by them bespotted, so dyed, that all the world cannot sample them, and wherein it is more fit to admire the Dyer, than imitate his workemanship. Colouring not onely the earth, but decking the ayre, and sweetning every breath and spirit.

William Lawson

Source: A New Orchard and Garden, 1618

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A Quote by William Faulkner on art, books, dreams, good, happiness, honor, motherhood, peace, pride, responsibility, security, and worth

The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then. Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness, all, to get the book written. If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate; the "Ode on a Grecian Urn" is worth any number of old ladies.

William Faulkner (1897 - 1962)

Source: an interview with Faulkner in New York City, 1956, by JEAN Stein. From Writers at Work

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A Quote by William Blake on danger, fatherhood, motherhood, and world

My mother groaned! my father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

William Blake (1757 - 1827)

Source: Songs of Experience, Infant Sorrow

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A Quote by William Bourke Cockran on children, earth, food, generosity, justice, motherhood, and peace

There is enough for all. The earth is a generous mother; she will provide in plentiful abundance food for all her children if they will but cultivate her soil in justice and in peace.

William Bourke Cockran (1854 - 1923)

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A Quote by Wheeler McMillen on america, benevolence, constitution, force, home, independence, laws, motherhood, nature, needs, reflection, simplicity, understanding, and yielding

There are times when minds need to turn to simple things. Perhaps for a few of these nights all of us might do well to leave the briefcases at the office and to read again the pages of the Bible, and to re-read the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States. We might do well to stay home a few days and walk over the fields, or to stand in the shelter of the barn door and reflect upon the relentless and yet benevolent forces of Mother Nature. The laws of nature are relentless. They can never be disobeyed without exacting a penalty. Yet they are benevolent, for when they are understood and obeyed, nature yields up the abundance that blesses those who understand and obey.

Wheeler McMillen

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A Quote by Wendell Lewis Willkie on education, leadership, and motherhood

Education is the mother of leadership.

Wendell Lewis Willkie (1892 - 1944)

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A Quote by Walter Linn on inventions, motherhood, necessity, proverbs, and truth

Truth as old as the hills is bound up in the Latin proverb, "Necessity is the mother of invention."

Walter Linn

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A Quote by Wallace Stevens on day, justice, magic, motherhood, pain, peace, tenderness, and words

Like the Sweetness of Gardenias Mother, you died 15 years ago. pain, a rapier, cut until, finally, there was just peace like the sweetness of gardenias in the crystal vase on your yellow kitchen table. so fragrant. your voice lingers in my ear reminding, scolding, guiding a pleasant mantra of tenderness, magic words that move my palms, your palms. together we are molding, helping, creating. in the mirror I see your eyes, your beautiful brown circles looking back, so radiant. "don't forget me," you whispered the day you died. I won't.

Wallace Stevens (1879 - 1955)

Source: Like the Sweetness of Gardenias

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