Quotes About Son

Oh my gawd dad, what've you done to your hair?" the son shouted.

She tumbles into a corner of the terrace and cowers there, whimpering, pale and terrified, as the caretaker's son, breathing heavily, back stooped and buttocks tensed, circles her, prepared to spring.

There was double cause for celebration that night: this windfall of corn, and another birth. Mistress Susana White had produced a baby son, the first of the colonists' children to be born on American soil. They christened him Peregrine: 'pilgrim'.

and every day I thank [God] that I am alive, not because I fear death, but because my wife has a husband and my son is not an orphan.

Here is another cliché my creative writing teacher would have scoffed at: like father, like son. But it was true, wasn't it? As it turned out, Baba and I were more alike than I'd ever known. We had both betrayed the people who would have given their lives for us.

I dream that my son will grow up to be a good person, a free person, and an important person. I dream that lawla flowers will bloom in the streets of Kabul again and rubab music will play in the samovar houses and kites will fly in the skies. And I dream that someday you will return to Kabul to revisit the land of our childhood. If you do, you will find an old faithful friend waiting for you.

and he has been a good son to me. I hope he proves…worthy

He darted a guilty look toward his dad. "Will you—get me a bottle of spicy?" My eyes jerked to his. "Maybe some barbecue sauce?" I closed my mouth before a bug flew into it. "Sure." I did not believe this. I was pimping ketchup to the son of the FIB's captain.

Only when he was conducting an autopsy could he forget the death of his beloved son. Ironically, playing with dead bodies released him from the death that had touched him.

Jack flipped off his rifle's safety and checked the chamber. A suit of Minor Arcana wanted to kill her because of Tee. Tee? Jack rolled down the window. P'tee garcon . Aric turned to me with his brows drawn. Little boy? His gauntlets tightened on the wheel. Our... son.

It's a complex relationship when your dad happened to be president and you are president and then you have all the amateur psychology that goes on when people try to speculate about motivations.

What people can't possibly imagine is what it's like to have two presidents who have a relationship as father and son.

I have a son, but I've never had a daughter. I have a sister, and my sister had a fairly tempestuous relationship with my dad when she was young, and that was gripping and sometimes upsetting.

Islam is a religion in which God requires you to send your son to die for him. Christianity is a faith in which God sends His son to die for you.

Whatever mistakes her son might make in life, Cindy was sure God would have mercy on him. The church, she feared, might not.

Le pope avait un chien, et après Dieu le fils, Il l'aimait plus que tout.

The boy will remain a son and never become a father. He will be forgotten by the crowd once his blood is rinsed clean from the ground; his sister will think of him but soon she will forget him, too. He will live on only in Han's memory, a child punished not for his own insincerity but someone else's disbelief.

The only men who become Gods, even the Sons of God, are those who enter into polygamy. Others attain unto a glory and may even be permitted to come into the presence of the Father and the Son; but they cannot reign as kings in glory, because they had blessing offered unto them, and they refused to accept them.

To Virtue's humblest son let none prefer Vice, tho' descended from the Conqueror.

The Son radiates God's own glory and expresses the very character of God, and he sustains everything by the mighty power of his command. When he had cleansed us from our sins, he sat down in the place of honor at the right hand of the majestic God in heaven.

Tell me just one thing. Why did you weep tears when you saw my son?" asked Suddhodana. "Because I will not live long enough to hear the immortal truth that Buddha will speak," Asita said.

The universe is God's son.

Thus the body opens with a vision of the heavenly Bridegroom, the Son of Man, and it closes with a vision of the heavenly bride, the new Jerusalem. Toward the end of the body are the contrasting visions of the judgment of the harlot Babylon (17:1-19:111) and the joy of the bride Jerusalem (21:9-22:9). Thus 22:6-9 is the climax of the body and the opening of the epilogue-a literary interweaving of themes characteristic of Revelation elsewhere.

We don't go for that kind of crap you have back in New York of being obliged to print both sides... We're going to get this son of a bitch Sinclair any way we can. We're going to kill him.