The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

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• The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.
• The passion of love is essentially selfish, while motherhood widens the circle of our feelings.
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• It just seems that you and me have been mad at each other for so long.
• Dad’s voice was a midnight school, teaching deep fathom hours, and the subject was life.
• Dad's voice was a midnight school, teaching deep fathom hours, and the subject was life. Chapter 8