Both marriage and death ought to be welcome: the one promises happiness, doubtless the other assures it.
A most moving and pulse-stirring honor - the heartfelt grope of the hand, and the welcome that does not descend from the pale, gray matter of the brain but rushes up with the red blood of the heart
A mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart - a heart so large that everybody's grief and everybody's joy found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation.