Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
George EliotMighty is the force of motherhood! It transforms all things by its vital heat; it turns timidity into fierce courage, and dreadless defiance into tremulous submission; it turns thoughtlessness into foresight, and yet stills all anxiety into calm content; it makes selfishness become self-denial, and gives even to hard vanity the glance of admiring love.
George Eliot