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Having A Son Quotes

Lucan quote: "I have a wife, I have sons: all of them hostages given to fate."
I have a wife, I have sons: all of them hostages given to fate. Lucan
Danny Aiello quote: "I have sons, and they have never said the word hell in front..."
I have sons, and they have never said the word hell in front of me or my wife. That's the truth. Danny Aiello
This was an evil beyond thinking. The killing of a man was not so evil as the killing of a boat. For a boat does not have sons, and a boat cannot protect itself, and a wounded boat does not heal. John Steinbeck
Ernest Hemingway quote: "Have faith in the Yankees my son. Think of the great DiMaggio."
Have faith in the Yankees my son. Think of the great DiMaggio. Ernest Hemingway
Tim Burton quote: "Son, are you happy? I don't mean to pry, but do you dream of..."
Son, are you happy? I don't mean to pry, but do you dream of Heaven? Have you ever wanted to die? Tim Burton
Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers. Matt Groening
Aldous Huxley quote: "Sons have always a rebellious wish to be disillusioned by that..."
Sons have always a rebellious wish to be disillusioned by that which charmed their fathers. Aldous Huxley
Sam Rayburn quote: "Son, always tell the truth. Then you'll never have to remember..."
Son, always tell the truth. Then you'll never have to remember what you said the last time. Sam Rayburn
Having my son, I mean, I feel already that it makes me a better actress. Just the feeling and the love that expands in my being is more than I ever thought possible. Lauren Ambrose
They were conscientious, you couldn't deny it, and they were also flabby, heartless sons-of-bitches. In other words, they were well chosen, as mindlessly enthusiastic as any employer could dream of. Sons that would have delighted my mother, worshiping their bosses, if only she could have had one all to herself, a son she could have been proud of in the eyes of the world, a real legitimate son. Louis-Ferdinand Celine
Heroes who shed their blood and lost their lives! You are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and Mehmets to us where they lie side by side here in this country of ours. You, the mothers, who sent their sons from far away countries wipe away your tears; your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well. Kemal Ataturk
I went away and cried to the Master of the Universe, "What have you done to me? A mind like this I need for a son? A heart I need for a son, a soul I need for a son, compassion I want from my son, righteousness, mercy, strength to suffer and carry pain, that I want from my son, not a mind without a soul! Chaim Potok
I have a five year-old son and a three year-old daughter. I want my son to have a choice to contribute fully in the workforce or at home. And I want my daughter to have the choice to not just succeed, but to be liked for her accomplishments. Sheryl Sandberg
Aragorn looked at him with kindly pity. 'Very well, Frodo, son of Drogo,' he said. 'You shall have an hour, and you shall be alone.' "Aragorn looked at him with kindly pity. 'Very well, Frodo, son of Drogo,' he said. 'You shall have an hour, and you shall be alone.' J. R. R. Tolkien
Would a minute have mattered? No, probably not, although his young son appeared to have a very accurate internal clock. Possibly even 2 minutes would be okay. Three minutes, even. You could go to five minutes, perhaps. But that was just it. If you could go for five minutes, then you'd go to ten, then half an hour, a couple of hours...and not see your son all evening. So that was that. Six o'clock, prompt. Every day. Read to young Sam. No excuses. He'd promised himself that. No... Terry Prachett

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