“Can you weep for Him with intense longing of heart? Men shed a jugful of tears for the sake of their children, for their wives, or for money. But who weeps for God? So long as the child remains engrossed with its toys, the mother looks after her cooking and other household duties. But when the child no longer relishes the toys, it throws them aside and yells for its mother. Then the mother takes the rice-pot down from the hearth, runs in haste, and takes the child in her arms.”

The Little Shroud from The London Literary Gazette (28th April 1832)
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)

Source: Handle with Care

The Drama of the Gifted Child (Das Drama des begabten Kindes, 1979)

Source: The Art of Loving (1956), Ch. 2

Thoughts and Aphorisms (1913), Bhakti

Source: Kindred Spirits

Chick tracts, " Why Is Mary Crying? http://www.chick.com/reading/tracts/0040/0040_01.asp" (1987)

Life & Times of Michael K (1983)
Context: He closed his eyes and tried to recover in his imagination the mudbrick walls and reed roof of her stories, the garden of prickly pear, the chickens scampering for the feed scattered by the little barefoot girl. And behind that child, in the doorway, her face obscured by shadow, he searched for a second woman, the woman from whom his mother had come into the world. When my mother was dying in the hospital, he thought, when she knew her end was coming, it was not me she looked to but someone who stood behind me: her mother or the ghost of her mother. To me she was a woman but to herself she was still a child calling to her mother to hold her hand and help her. And her own mother, in the secret life we do not see, was a child too. I come from a line of children without end.

Source: For One More Day