Quotes About Sons

In my experience, those for whom war is lucrative are rarely satisfied. For them, war is opportunity, not hardship or sorrow. After all, it is rarely their sons who lie in unmarked graves on foreign soil.

If we can keep the Christians thinking of themselves as sinners not sons and daughters, we can make them view their relationship to The Adversary as a negative-sum-game: They fall in a hole, He pulls them out, they fall back in, etc... That way they never get anywhere; they're always either standing next to a hole or down in it.

She'd once admitted during confession that she felt doomed to bear only sons, like a curse from the Devil. In penitence she was ordered to recite a rosary every day for two years straight and to make a sizable donation to the church renovation fund. Her husband forbade her from returning to confession.

Ye sons of France, awake to glory! Hark! Hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries!

It turns out one of my ancestors fought in the Continental Army, so I was inducted into the Sons of the American Revolution.

Each father wants their sons to be just like them, really.

We're all the sons of God, or children of the Is, or ideas of the Mind, or however else you want to say it.

The curse of God must have been on our people when we chose him out of so many noble sons of the South, who would have carried us safely through this Revolution.

In peace sons bury fathers, but war violates the order of nature, and fathers bury sons.

No one is so foolish as to prefer to peace, war, in which, instead of sons burying their fathers, fathers bury their sons.

No mother would ever willingly sacrifice her sons for territorial gain, for economic advantage, for ideology.

Ah, bless you, Sister, may all your sons be bishops.

I was born in Washington, D.C., on February 19, 1941, the eldest of four sons.

the illness of a good child is so far less trying than the sinfulness of one's sons – like your two elder brothers. Oh! Then one feels that death in purity is so far preferable to life in sin and degradation!

Our daughter is a miracle baby, and having time with her and my sons means everything to me - they're why I kept fighting.

When your mom and dad read the paper, they like to know their sons are on the roster.

I was thinking, mothers show their love for their sons so much greater than dads do.

It is imperative that mothers understand their child's behavior and not blindly support the wrongdoings or faults in their sons.

The three sons of Bor had no liking for Ymir... At last they attacked Ymir and killed him. His wounds were like springs; so much blood streamed from them and so fast, that the flood drowned all the frost giants except Bergelmir and his wife. They embarked in their boat and rode out on a tide of gore

No tactic of the Enemy and no entrenched blindness on our part have the power to deter God from seeing his vision for us to completion. God's secret plan has now been revealed to us; it is a plan centered on Christ, designed long ago according to his good pleasure. 'And this is his plan: At the right time he will bring everything together under the authority of Christ--everyting in heaven and on earth' (Ephesians 1:10)--including his sons and daughters.

Yes, the bastard claims that I'm in alliance with Manson in some sort of sick way. He's also lumped me in with Henry Miller, calls us the three Ms, and he claims that we all view women as at best, breeders of sons, and at worst, objects to be poked, humiliated, and killed. You can throw Tony Costa into that mix as well.

One father is enough to govern one hundred sons, but not a hundred sons one father

If she pops out sons the way she pops in tarts, the Dreadfort will soon be overrun with Boltons.

She remembered a tale she had heard from Old Nan, about how sometimes during a long winter men who'd lived beyond their years would announce that they were going hunting. And their daughters would weep and their sons would turn their faces to the fire, she could hear Old Nan saying, but no one would stop them, or ask what game they meant to hunt, with the snows so deep and the cold wind howling. She wondered what the old Braavosi told their sons and daughters, before they set off.