“The newly minted maternal heart, it completely melted into mush, the oxytocin I know now, had kicked in, and how. I would fight tigers barehanded, climb down cliffs, throw myself in the path of a speeding car, and even do… — Kiran Manral Copy Share Image
“Unfeeling thing that I was, the sensibilities of the maternal heart were Greek and Hebrew to me.” — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
