Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“What the boy felt was something pure, something gentle, something that predates sex or sensual fulfillment. It was the simple desire to… — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Mother's arms are made of tenderness, and sweet sleep blesses the child who lies within.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
