“The arms of mothers are made of tenderness; in them children sleep profoundly.”

“Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.”

“The mother...swinging the children by pulling on a length of string, while at the same time she kept and eye on them with that protective watchfulness, half animal, half angelic, which is the quality of motherhood. ”

“The transept belfry and the two towers were to him three great cages, the birds in which, taught by him, would sing for him alone. Yet it was these same bells which had made him deaf; but mothers are often fondest of the child who has made them suffer most.”

“At least you are mine! Soon – in a few months, perhaps, my angel will sleep in my arms, will awaken in my arms, will live there. All your thought at all moments, all your looks will be for me; all my thought, all my moments, all my looks will be for you!”

“mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain.”

“The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable.”