Quotes About Daughter

Elaine turned to her father in her distress. 'Father will you give me permission to ride after Sir Lancelot? I must reach him. Otherwise I will go out of my mind with grief.' 'Go, good daughter. Rescue him, if you can.' So she made herself ready for the journey, weeping all the time. Gawain himself rode back to the court of the king in London" –The Fair Maid of Astolat

She is the daughter of a jackal and a weasel, and she deserves to be spanked with a broom! --Manolo

Princess, princess, youngest daughter, Open up and let me in! Or else your promise by the water Isn't worth a rusty pin. Keep your promise, royal daughter, Open up and let me in!

Asriel among the bears: Iofur Raknison, I'm going to be entirely frank with you, followed by a string of confident and overbearing lies—had he noticed the bear-king's doll-dæmon, the clue that he was unbearlike enough to be tricked? Or was it just luck?—but he knew the bears well enough. He was very like his daughter.

The daughter who transports him out of the longed-for American pastoral and into everything that is its antithesis and its enemy, into the fury, the violence, and the desperation of the counterpastoral—into the indigenous American berserk.

They are crying intensely, the dependable father whose center is the source of all order, who could not overlook or sanction the smallest sign of chaos - for whom keeping chaos far at bay had been intuition's chosen path to certainty, the rigorous daily given of life - and the daughter who is chaos itself.

Sheila would know. She knew it all. Yes, she'd have an answer to that one too. . . . She'd come so far, Sheila had said, she'd gotten so much stronger I thought that she could make it on her own. She's a strong girl, Seymour. She's a crazy girl. She's crazy! She's troubled. And the father plays no role with the troubled daughter? I'm sure he played plenty of a role. I just thought something terrible had happened at home.

But war makes heroes. Herakles and Ormenion were warriors, and tey have been made immortal. Father Zeus turned them into stars in the night sky. Oniacus scowled. 'In a drunken rage Herakles clubbed his wife to death, and Ormenion sacrificed his youngest daughter in order that Poseidon might grant fair winds for his attack on Kretos.

Lisa was not a daughter now but just another female unable to control her wildly shifting emotions.

Time is compressing for the mother, she has a short distance left to go. She means to squeeze the past into a thing small enough to take with her. It's the daughter's job to listen. She's no good at it.

I will live them. I will have faith and hope and love, for I am his daughter, she said.

My family, I can say, is pretty Americanized. My son has lived pretty much all his life in Chicago, my daughter was born in Chicago, we all like Chicago.

There's a lot of attention on me which can be good, it can be bad. Sometimes my daughter's acting up in public and I really wish I could become anonymous for a few minutes.

Admiration, gratitude, a sort of hope for better days, were mingled with pride at having such a pretty daughter.

Every cause is painful, and every loss leaves us wondering how we could have acted otherwise to prevent the death. But because different causes of death provoke sufficiently different responses—anger toward suicide victims; blame for homicide, terrorism, and war; helplessness and fear with natural disasters; and hopelessness with terminal disease—the specific way a mother dies or leaves influences how her daughter will respond. Long-term

Strange, now, how after so many years my mother's model is starting to recede. Before I became a mother, I was a motherless daughter, and "motherless" always overshadowed "daughter" in that phrase. Now I'm a motherless mother, and "mother" is the word that carries most of the weight. Early loss influences me, daily, but it doesn't define me anymore.

how much of my life my mother's death would affect. And with the certainty of thirty-three years, I would tell her: everything. It affects everything. When a mother dies, a daughter grieves. And then her life moves on. She does, thankfully, feel happiness again. But the missing her, the wanting her, the wishing she were still here—I will not lie to you, although you probably already know. That part never ends.

His daughter was dishing out the classic cold shoulder treatment—and he was definitely being served.

O fairer daughter of a fair mother!

And I dream in the morning that she brings me water And I dream in the evening that she brings me wine Just a poor man's daughter from Puerta Piasco South of the border, in old Mexico.

Fifteen years, and all he had to show were an amount of self-pity and a busted marriage with an innocent daughter hanging between them. It was more disgusting than sad.

I love you," he said. "All I want you to do is come home and be with your daughter." "Stop talking like that, Dad," I said. "I'm gonna work on getting a hardship transfer, so I can be at a prison closer to L.A. We'll see each

They call my little Joan the most beautiful woman in all England. Well, every father thinks that about his daughter. That she is special, and prettier. But I never had the opportunity to boast. My name is Edmund of Woodstock and I am the son of a king and the brother of a king and the grandfather of a king.

I like all the angels around because they protect me and my daughter. I mean, her Dad's an angel.