We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves. (Henry Ward Beecher)
Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There are apartments in their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy, and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms a (Henry Ward Beecher)
We never know the love of our parents for us till we have become parents. (Henry Ward Beecher)
For fidelity, devotion, love, many a two-legged animal is below the dog and the horse. Happy would it be for thousands of people if they could stand at last before the Judgment Seat and say 'I have loved as truly and I have lived as decently as my dog.' And yet we call them 'only brutes' (Henry Ward Beecher)
There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child. (Henry Ward Beecher)
Love, like a lamp, needs to be fed out of another's heart, or its flame burns low. (Henry Ward Beecher)
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable. (Henry Ward Beecher)
Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low. (Henry Ward Beecher)
Conscience is the frame of character, and love is the covering for it. (Henry Ward Beecher)
I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love. (Henry Ward Beecher)
To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them the whole leaf and root tribe. Not alone when they are in their glory, but in whatever state they are in leaf, or rimed with frost, or powdered with snow, or crystal-sheathed in ice, or in severe outline stripped and bare against a November sky we love them. (Henry Ward Beecher)
We should so live and labor in our times that what came to us as seed may go to the next generation as blossom, and what came to us as blossom may go to them as fruit. This expresses the true spirit in the love of mankind. (Henry Ward Beecher)
We never know the love of our parents for us until we become parents. (Henry Ward Beecher)
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