The cradle of transformation. [ Mazzini ]
To rock the cradle in spectacles. [ Proverb ]
Rock'd in the cradle of the deep,
I lay me down in peace to sleep. [ Emma Willard ]
When all the sins are old in us.
And go upon crutches, covetousness
Does but lie in her cradle. [ Decker ]
From the cradle, from the beginning.
The cradle and the tomb, alas! so nigh. [ Prior ]
Immortal art! Where'er the rounded sky
Bends over the cradle where thy children lie,
Their home is earth, their herald every tongue. [ Holmes ]
My people too were scared with eerie sounds,
A footstep, a low throbbing in the walls,
A noise of falling weights that never fell.
Weird whispers, bells that rang without a hand.
Door-handles turn'd when none was at the door.
And bolted doors that open'd of themselves;
And one betwixt the dark and light had seen
Her, bending by the cradle of her babe. [ Tennyson ]
The foot on the cradle, the hands on the distaff. [ Proverb ]
All between the cradle and the coffin is uncertain. [ Proverb ]
What is learned in the cradle is carried to the tomb. [ Proverb ]
Death borders upon our birth; and our cradle stands in our grave. [ Bishop Hall ]
That is as true as that the cat crew, and the cock rocked the cradle. [ Proverb ]
The clew of our destiny, wander where we will, lies at the cradle foot. [ Richter ]
Falsehood is often rocked by truth; but she soon outgrows her cradle and discards her nurse. [ Colton ]
Death is a silent, peaceful genius, who rocks our second childhood to sleep in the cradle of the coffin. [ Chatfield ]
How the universal heart of man blesses flowers! They are wreathed round the cradle, the marriage altar, and the tomb. [ Mrs. L. M. Child ]
Happy child! the cradle is still to thee a vast space; but when thou art a man the boundless world will be too small for thee. [ Schiller ]
Happy child! the cradle is still to thee an infinite space; once grown into a man, and the boundless world will be too small to thee. [ Friedrich Schiller ]
Ere yet we yearn for what is out of our reach, we are still in the cradle. When wearied out with our yearnings, desire again falls asleep, - we are on the death-bed. [ Edward Bulwer-Lytton ]
It's a long stretch between that first birthday speech and this one. That was my cradle-song; and this is my swan-song, I suppose. I am used to swan-songs; I have sung them several times. [ Mark Twain, Seventieth Birthday speech ]
How the universal heart of man blesses flowers! They are wreathed round the cradle, the marriage altar, and the tomb; all these are appropriate uses. Flowers should deck the brow of the youthful bride, for they are in themselves a lovely type of marriage; they should twine round the tomb, for their perpetually renewed beauty is a symbol of the resurrection; they should festoon the altar, for their fragrance and their beauty ascend in perpetual worship before the Most High. [ Mrs. L. M. Child ]
Business in a certain sort of men is a mark of understanding, and they are honored for it. Their souls seek repose in agitation, as children do by being rocked in a cradle. They may pronounce themselves as serviceable to their friends as troublesome to themselves. No one distributes his money to others, but every one therein distributes his time and his life. There is nothing of which we are so prodigal as of those two things, of which to be thrifty would be both commendable and useful. [ Montaigne ]
Why has the beneficent Creator scattered over the face of the earth such a profusion of beautiful flowers? Why is it that every landscape has its appropriate flowers, every nation its national flowers, every rural home its home flowers? Why do flowers enter and shed their perfume over every scene of life, from the cradle to the grave? Why are flowers made to utter all voices of joy and sorrow in all varying scenes? It is that flowers have in themselves a real and natural significance; they have a positive relation to man; they correspond to actual emotions; they have their mission - a mission of love and mercy; they have their language, and from the remotest ages this language has found its interpreters. [ Henrietta Dumont ]