Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children.
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Vanity Fair
by
William Makepeace Thackeray
"Marilla says that a large family was raised in that old house long ago, and that it was a real pretty place, with a lovely garden and roses climbing all over it. It was full of little children and laughter and songs; and now it is empty, and nothing ever wanders through it but the wind. How lonely and sorrowful it must feel! Perhaps they all come back on moonlit nights. . .the ghosts of the little children of long ago and the roses and the songs. . .and for a little while the old house can dream it is young and joyous again."
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Anne Of Avonlea
by
Lucy Maud Montgomery
"That's the way we all begin," said Tom Platt. "The boys they make believe all the time till they've cheated 'emselves into bein' men, an' so till they die - pretendin' an' pretendin' "
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Captains Courageous
by
Rudyard Kipling
"A startled or surprised look from one of you when I spoke sharply rebuked me more than any words could have done, and the love, respect, and confidence of my children was the sweetest reward I could receive for my efforts to be the woman I would have them copy."
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Little Women
by
Louisa May Alcott
To all the world he was the man of violence, half animal and half demon; but to her he always remained the little wilful boy of her own girlhood, the child who had clung to her hand. Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.
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The Hound of the Baskervilles
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"And yet there is something so amiable in the prejudices of a young mind, that one is sorry to see them give way to the reception of more general opinions."
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Sense and Sensibility
by
Jane Austen
For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself.
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A Christmas Carol
by
Charles Dickens
"The school is not quite deserted," said the Ghost. "A solitary child, neglected by his friends, is left there still."
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A Christmas Carol
by
Charles Dickens
The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain.
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Frankenstein
by
Mary Shelley