Son Quotes

“Hazel squinted. "How far?"
"Just over the river and through the woods."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? To Grandmother's house we go?"
Frank cleared his throat. "Yeah, anyway.”
― Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune

“He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“What's your heart telling you to do?
I don't know.'
Maybe, you're trying too hard to hear it.”
― Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember

“I am writing you from inside a body that used to be yours. Which is to say, I am writing as a son.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“I'm convinced that most men don't know what they believe, rather, they only know what they wish to believe. How many people blame God for man's atrocities, but wouldn't dream of imprisoning a mother for her son's crime?”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“I will see you again,’ Hades promised. ‘I will prepare a room for you at the palace in case you do not survive. Perhaps your chambers would look good decorated with the skulls of monks.’
‘Now I can’t tell if you’re joking.’
Hades’s eyes glittered as his form began to fade. ‘Then perhaps we are alike in some important ways.’
The god vanished.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“It wasn’t easy looking dignified wearing a bed sheet and a purple cape.”
― Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune

“You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“MOTHER IS WATER

I wish I could
Shower your head with flowers
And anoint your feet with my tears,
For I know I have caused you
So much heartache, frustration and despair –
Throughout my youthful years.
I wish I could give you
The remainder of my life
To add to yours,
Or simply erase
The lines on your face,
And mend all that has been torn.
For next to God,
You are the fire
That has given light
To the flame in each of my eyes.
You are the fountain
That nourished my growth,
And from your chalice –
Gave me life.
Without the wetness of your love,
The fragrance of your water,
Or the trickling sounds of
Your voice,
I shall always feel
thirsty.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“It's because I haven't courage,' said Samuel. 'I could never quite take the responsibility. When the Lord God did not call my name, I might have called his name - but I did not. There you have the difference between greatness and mediocrity. It's not an uncommon disease. But it's nice for a mediocre man to know that greatness must be the loneliest state in the world.'

'I'd think there are degrees of greatness,' Adam said.

'I don't think so,' said Samuel. 'That would be like saying there is a little bigness. No. I believe when you come to that responsibility the hugeness and you are alone to make your choice. On one side you have warmth and companionship and sweet understanding, and on the other - cold, lonely greatness. There you make your choice. I'm glad I chose mediocrity, but how am I to say what reward might have come with the other? None of my children will be great either, except perhaps Tom. He's suffering over the choosing right now. It's a painful thing to watch. And somewhere in me I want him to say yes. Isn't that strange? A father to want his son condemned to greatness! What selfishness that must be.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“No love is greater than that of a father for His son.”
― Dan Brown, Angels & Demons

“You don't raise heroes, you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they'll turn out to be heroes, even if it's just in your own eyes.”
― Walter M. Schirra, Sr.

“MOM

Wholeheartedly,
She loved me-
And inspired me-
With transcending devotion.

It was a blessing-
To have been her son,
To have been loved-
Without conditions.

Her words of wisdom-
Opened my eyes-
To the world-
And to myself.

By seeing the best in me,
She empowered me.
By believing in me,
She transformed me.

She grew old-
And floated away,
But her love remains standing-
Eternally by my side.”
― Giorge Leedy, Uninhibited From Lust To Love

“I tramp the perpetual journey
My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the
woods,
No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
I have no chair, no philosophy,
I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,
But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooking you round the waist,
My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public
road.

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.

It is not far, it is within reach,
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know,
Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.

Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten
forth,
Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.

If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand
on my hip,
And in due time you shall repay the same service to me,
For after we start we never lie by again.

This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded
heaven,
And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs,
and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we
be fill'd and satisfied then?
And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue
beyond.

You are also asking me questions and I hear you,
I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.

Sit a while dear son,
Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink,
But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss
you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress
hence.

Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every
moment of your life.

Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout,
and laughingly dash with your hair.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.”
― Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley

“I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“Kalmar nodded. "I'm sorry, Papa. I wasn't strong enough."
"None of us are, lad. Me least of all." Esben smiled and took a rattling breath. "But it's weakness that the Maker turns to strength. Your fur is why you alone loved a dying cloven. You alone in all the world knew my need and ministered to my wounds." Esben pulled Kalmar closer and kissed him on the head. "And in my weakness, I alone know your need. Hear me, son. I loved you when you were born. I loved you when I wept in the Deeps of Throg. I loved you even as you sang the song that broke you. And I love you now in the glory of your humility. You're more fit to be the king than I ever was. Do you understand?"
Kalmar shook his head.
Esben smiled and shuddered with pain. "A good answer, my boy. Then do you believe that I love you?"
"Yes, sir. I believe you." Kalmar buried his face in his father's fur.
"Remember that in the days to come. Nia, Janner, Leeli - help him to remember.”
― Andrew Peterson, The Monster in the Hollows

“When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.”
― Yiddish Proverb

“Father has a strengthening character like the sun and mother has a soothing temper like the moon.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“When we were arguing on my twenty-fourth birthday, she left the kitchen, came back with a pistol, and fired it at me five times from right across the table. But she missed. It wasn't my life she was after. It was more. She wanted to eat my heart and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her knees and give birth from it, she wanted to hurt me as only a child can be hurt by its mother.”
― Denis Johnson, Jesus’ Son

“ഒരമ്മ പരാതിപ്പെടുകയായിരുന്നു : "രണ്ടു മക്കളുണ്ട് ആദ്യത്തേത് വെളുപ്പിന് എഴുന്നേറ്റു സ്കൂള്‍ ബസ്‌ വരുവോളം പഠിക്കുന്ന മൂത്തവന്‍, രണ്ടാമത്തവന്‍ ബസിന്റെ ഹോണ്‍ കേള്‍ക്കുമ്പോള്‍ മാത്രം പള്ളിയുറക്കം കഴിഞ്ഞു ഉണരുന്നവന്‍ , എന്നിട്ടും പള്ളികൂടത്തില്‍ പോകുന്ന പാങ്ങ് കാണുന്നില്ല . കുറച്ചു മീനെ വളര്‍ത്തുന്നുണ്ട് അവയ്ക്ക് ഞാഞ്ഞൂല് പിടിച്ചു കൊടുക്കണ്ടെ , കുറച്ചു കോഴി കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങളെ വളര്‍ത്തുന്നുണ്ട് , മുട്ടയിടീക്കണമെന്നുള്ള അത്യാഗ്രഹം കൊണ്ടൊന്നുമല്ല - നാട്ടിലെ ദരിദ്രരായ പരുന്തുകള്‍ക്ക് തീറ്റ കൊടുക്കാന്‍ വേണ്ടിയാണു.. ഒരു വല്യപ്പച്ചനുണ്ട്, അടുത്ത് പോയിരുന്നു പഴമ്പുരാണങ്ങള്‍ കേള്‍ക്കും. തോറ്റു!"

അമ്മയെ ശകലം ബോധവല്‍കരിക്കാമെന്ന് തീരുമാനിച്ചു : അമ്മാ, ഇരുപതു വര്‍ഷങ്ങള്‍ക്ക് ശേഷം നിങ്ങളുടെ രണ്ടു കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങള്‍ക്ക് എന്ത് സംഭവിക്കുമെന്ന് ഗണിച്ചു നോക്കാതെ പറയാനാവും , ആദ്യത്തവന്‍ സിവില്‍ സര്‍വീസില്‍ തന്നെ ചെന്ന് ചാടും ; അവന്റെ അഭിലാഷം പോലെ ഏതെങ്കിലും ഒരു നഗരത്തില്‍ നിന്ന് അവന്‍ എല്ലാദിവസവും രാവിലെ നിങ്ങളെ കൃത്യമായി വിളിച്ച് കാര്യങ്ങള്‍ അന്വേഷിക്കുകേം ചെയ്യും, അപ്പോഴും അമ്മാ , ഏതെങ്കിലും ഒരു ഡോക്ടറിന്റെ മുറിക്കു പുറത്തു ടോക്കന്‍ എടുത്തു നിങ്ങളെയും ചേര്‍ത്തിരിക്കാന്‍ പോകുന്നത് ആ പോഴന്‍ മകനായിരിക്കും .
കാലമാണ് കളയും വിളയും നിശ്ചയിക്കണ്ട ഏക ഏകകം..”
― Boby Jose Kattikad, Vaathil | വാതില്‍

“If she captured Tamlin’s power once, who’s to say she can’t do it again?” It was the question I hadn’t yet dared voice.
“He won’t be tricked again so easily,” he said, staring up at the ceiling. “Her biggest weapon is that she keeps our powers contained. But she can’t access them, not wholly—though she can control us through them. It’s why I’ve never been able to shatter her mind—why she’s not dead already. The moment you break Amarantha’s curse, Tamlin’s wrath will be so great that no force in the world will keep him from splattering her on the walls.”
A chill went through me.
“Why do you think I’m doing this?” He waved a hand to me.
“Because you’re a monster.”
He laughed. “True, but I’m also a pragmatist. Working Tamlin into a senseless fury is the best weapon we have against her. Seeing you enter into a fool’s bargain with Amarantha was one thing, but when Tamlin saw my tattoo on your arm … Oh, you should have been born with my abilities, if only to have felt the rage that seeped from him.”
I didn’t want to think much about his abilities. “Who’s to say he won’t splatter you as well?”
“Perhaps he’ll try—but I have a feeling he’ll kill Amarantha first. That’s what it all boils down to, anyway: even your servitude to me can be blamed on her. So he’ll kill her tomorrow, and I’ll be free before he can start a fight with me that will reduce our once-sacred mountain to rubble.” He picked at his nails. “And I have a few other cards to play.”
I lifted my brows in silent question.
“Feyre, for Cauldron’s sake. I drug you, but you don’t wonder why I never touch you beyond your waist or arms?”
Until tonight—until that damned kiss. I gritted my teeth, but even as my anger rose, a picture cleared.
“It’s the only claim I have to innocence,” he said, “the only thing that will make Tamlin think twice before entering into a battle with me that would cause a catastrophic loss of innocent life. It’s the only way I can convince him I was on your side. Believe me, I would have liked nothing more than to enjoy you—but there are bigger things at stake than taking a human woman to my bed.”
I knew, but I still asked, “Like what?”
“Like my territory,” he said, and his eyes held a far-off look that I hadn’t yet seen. “Like my remaining people, enslaved to a tyrant queen who can end their lives with a single word. Surely Tamlin expressed similar sentiments to you.” He hadn’t—not entirely. He hadn’t been able to, thanks to the curse.
“Why did Amarantha target you?” I dared ask. “Why make you her whore?”
“Beyond the obvious?” He gestured to his perfect face. When I didn’t smile, he loosed a breath. “My father killed Tamlin’s father—and his brothers.”
I started. Tamlin had never said—never told me the Night Court was responsible for that.
“It’s a long story, and I don’t feel like getting into it, but let’s just say that when she stole our lands out from under us, Amarantha decided that she especially wanted to punish the son of her friend’s murderer—decided that she hated me enough for my father’s deeds that I was to suffer.”
I might have reached a hand toward him, might have offered my apologies—but every thought had dried up in my head. What Amarantha had done to him …
“So,” he said wearily, “here we are, with the fate of our immortal world in the hands of an illiterate human.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Discernment is the son of good judgment and the father of self-control. When mixed with an already clear conscience, the ability to read the true motives of a critic keeps one's conscience both clear and at ease.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“But a mother-son relationship is not a coequal one, is it? He is lonely with only you just as you are lonely with only him.”
― Mary Balogh, Simply Love

“Mothers are inscrutable beings to their sons, always. ("The Higgler")”
― A.E. Coppard, Dusky Ruth and Other Stories

“He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns.”
― Elizabeth Peters, He Shall Thunder in the Sky

“Yürüyor mu, yürümeyi mi düşünüyor Ruhi Bey
Düşünmesi daha mı sonra koyuluyor yola
Nereye gidecek ama, nereye varacak sanki
Yoksa bir oyun tadı mı buluyor bunda
Oyundan atılmaktan korkmayan bir oyuncu gibi
Boşvermiş de sanki oyunun kurallarına
Üstelik son bölümde, perdenin kapanmasına
Azıcık vakit kalmış
Ya da vakit var daha. Ama ne çıkar
Gövdenin yazgıya başkaldırması mı
Ruhi Beyin
Başkaldırması mı yoksa

Vaktinden önce anlamanın şaşkınlığı mı
Vaktinde anlamanın sevinci mi
Ya da biraz geç kalmanın
O gereksiz tedirginliği mi
Hangisi

Ama belli ki sonundayız her şeyin
En sonunda.”
― Edip Cansever

“But I got through the review, for all their Latin and French; I did, and if you doubt me, you just look at the end of the great ledger, turn it upside down, and you'll find I've copied out all the fine words they said of you: "careful observer," "strong nervous English," "rising philosopher."
Oh! I can nearly say it all off by heart, for many a time when I am frabbed by bad debts, or Osborne's bills, or moidered with accounts, I turn the ledger wrong way up, and smoke a pipe over it, while I read those pieces out of the review which speak about you, lad!”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, Wives and Daughters

“He could hardly breathe at the though of his son and Quintana in Sorel with no one to protect them.”
― Melina Marchetta, Froi of the Exiles

“The “Word of God” is not simply the Christian Bible but exists in a threefold form: “The Word” incarnate (Jesus Followers’ King), the word prophesied and proclaimed (Prophets), and the word in scripture (Bible). All three are the self-disclosure of God, The One & Only ...in three, distinct & unique Persons, Father, Son, & Holy Spirit.”
― Gary F. Patton