Top 35 Cradles Quotes
#1. Art for Art's Sake is for the well fed. The well fed are all the babies in cradles and my kitty along with them, and I am happy if my writings are for my kitty.
Lara Biyuts
#2. Cradles are the most powerful pinning combination known to man
Wade Schalles
#3. The Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,
And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,
For they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies,
With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold ...
William Butler Yeats
#4. - Shush sweet baby, I said, so tired, and mixed her gripe water with whiskey and dill weed, but it did no good, so I seen now why lullabies was all about cradles falling from trees, oh dear, when the wind blows, down will come baby, whoops too bad, but at least it's quiet.
Kate Manning
#5. DaDa is beautiful like the night, who cradles the young day in her arms.
Hans Arp
#6. Then Paul bends over me, cradles me in his arms, as if he's sheltering me from the whole world. I close my eyes, and despite everything, I think I've never felt so safe.
Claudia Gray
#7. If you're lucky you find something that reflects you, Helps you feel your life, protects you, Cradles you and connects you to everything.
Dar Williams
#8. All history shows that the hand that cradles the rock has ruled the world, not the hand that rocks the cradle!
Clare Boothe Luce
#9. Depressives kill themselves. Psychotics, rocked in the poison cradles of their own egos, want to do everyone handy a favor and take them along. I'm
Stephen King
#10. Love humiliates you, hatred cradles you.
Janet Fitch
#11. It is something to remember, if we feel distant from humans," Catarina said. "We owe a great deal to human love. We live forever by the grace of human love, which rocked strange children in their cradles and did not despair and did not turn away. I know which side of my heritage my soul comes from.
Cassandra Clare
#12. The ocean cradles the bloodied moon in its aquatic arms like a mother holds her crying babe.
Moonshine Noire
#13. My mother's dress bears the stains of her life:
blueberries, blood, bleach,
and breast milk;
She cradles in her arms a lifetime
of love and sorrow;
Its brilliance nearly blinds me.
Brenda Sutton Rose
#14. Home is a place to get out of the rain
It cradles the hurt and mends the pain
And no one cares about your name
Or the height of your head
Or the size of your brain
Liesl Shurtliff
#15. They stood at the bottom of the steps under a light shaped like a caged star, soothing each other with their thoughts as they had done for years and years, since they were swapping lullabies in cradles across an ocean.
Sarah Rees Brennan
#16. Everything is a burned book, my dear maestro. Music, the tenth dimension, the fourth dimension, cradles, the production of bullets and rifles, Westerns: all burned books.
Roberto Bolano
#17. We live forever by the grace of human love, which rocked strange children in their cradles and did not despair and did not turn away.
Cassandra Clare
#18. When he wakes sometimes from dark dreams of broken cradles, and compasses without bearings, he pushes the unease down, lets the daylight contradict it. And isolation lulls him with the music of the lie.
M.L. Stedman
#19. Women are the cradles of life. What sort of man tries to break a cradle (Marc)
Diana Palmer
#20. The temperaments of children are often as oddly unsuited to parents as if capricious fairies had been filling cradles with changelings.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
#21. We need to have music that contributes to the well-being of the spirit. Music that cradles people's lives and makes things a little easier. That's what I try to do, and what I want to do. You don't want to close the door on hope.
Merle Haggard
#22. We are all tattooed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe; the record may seem superficial, but it is indelible. You cannot educate a man wholly out of superstitious fears which were implanted in his imagination, no matter how utterly his reason may reject them.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.
#23. Yes, there were good memories, too, thirty-seven years of good and bad. Quarrels and reconciliations. Eight cradles and too many gravestones and Rosamund Clifford and power that rivalled Caesar's, an empire that stretched from the Scots border to the Mediterranean Sea.
Sharon Kay Penman
#24. Oh, child, there's no explainin' the meanness in this world." Armetta shakes her head, wipes wetness off her cheek, then cradles my hands in her palms. "But there's goodness here, too. You can't never lose sight of that, hold on to it. It's the goodness that gets us through.
Susan Carol McCarthy
#25. Oh, more people than not have some magic, they just forget about it. Children use it all the time - what do you think jump rope rhymes are, or bouncing ball games, or cat's cradles? Where do you think that girl, Aiffe, draws her power? Because she refuses to forget, that's all it is.
Peter S. Beagle
#27. It was a grey September day, with the blue and copper butterflies flitting in the after-grass, the partridges calling like crickets, the blackberries colouring, and the hazel nuts still nursing their tasteless little kernels in the cradles of cotton wool.
T.H. White
#28. Brianna peered through the large window into the sea of plexiglass cradles. Each infant, so small and precious, belonged to someone. Someone who cared for them. Someone who loved them. Brianna sniffled and turned away, unable to bear the thought that she had no one.
J.E.B. Spredemann
#29. The cradles of civilization are the putrid sinks of the world.
Henry Miller
#30. Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.
Madeline Miller
#31. I would never rob your cradles to feed the dogs of war
Huey Long
#32. The web of life both cradles us and calls us to weave it further.
Joanna Macy
#33. The seventeenth-century baby slept, as his nineteenth-century descendant does, in a cradle. Nothing could be prettier than the old cradles that have survived successive years of use with many generations of babies.
Alice Morse Earle
#34. Without self awareness we are as babies in the cradles.
Virginia Woolf
#35. A man is hit by a car while crossing a Beverly Hills street. A woman rushes to him and cradles his head in her lap, asking, Are you comfortable? The man answers, I make a nice living.
Milton Berle
