“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.”

“...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them.”

“Gilbert put his arm about them. 'Oh, you mothers!' he said. 'You mothers! God knew what He was about when He made you.”

“Lexy lay curled up in Greys arms on the couch and slept a dreamless sleep free of dragons for she had slain them once again.The Children of Ankh series”

“The lights flickered, the pain went away, and her mother was holding her, singing ‘Sleep sweet sleep’. (The Children of Ankh series) Kim Cormack”