Ah, the joy of suckling! She lovingly watched the fishlike motions of the toothless mouth and she imagined that with her milk there flowed into her little son her deepest thoughts, concepts, and dreams.
—Milan Kundera´s "Life is Elsewhere".
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Psalm 131 2-3
Psalm 131:2-3 2 But I have calmed and quieted my soul, like a child quieted at its mother's breast; like a child that is quieted is my soul. 3 O Israel, hope in the Lord from this time forth and for evermore.
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The Stone Diaries
A woman's life isn't worth a plateful of cabbage if she hasn't felt life stir under her heart. Taking a little one to nurse, watching him grow to manhood, that's what love is.
—Carol Shields, "The Stone Diaries".
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My Mother
Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.
—Anne Taylor´s "My Mother".
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Life Is Elsewhere
When she first felt her son´s groping mouth attach itself to her breast, a wave of sweet vibration thrilled deep inside and radiated to all parts of her body; it was similar to love, but it went beyond a lover´s caress, it brought a great calm happiness, a great happy calm.