sons

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
c44c011	I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.	marriage men feminism hate relationships women love married-life mothers sons matrimony psychology	Martha Gellhorn
e631b42	I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.	fathers sons pride	John Green
b08120a	That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.	human sons	Markus Zusak
d73847f	"Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)"	descent the-tempest heritage mothers sons	William Shakespeare
25a3ec6	When Jack Burns needed to hold his mother's hand, his fingers could see in the dark.	sons	John Irving
f856dab	You can know a thing to death and be for all purposes completely ignorant of it. A man can know his father, or his son, and there might still be nothing between them but loyalty and love and mutual incomprehension.	fathers relationships sons generations knowledge	Marilynne Robinson
0b2c307	Dad had once said, Trust your mind, Rob. If it smells like shit but has writing across it that says Happy Birthday and a candle stuck down in it, what is it? Is there icing on it? he'd said. Dad had done that thing of squinting his eyes when an answer was not quite there yet.	trust sons perception	George Saunders
d587b2d	He needed me to do what sons do for their fathers: bear witness that they're substantial, that they're not hollow, not ringing absences. That they count for something when little else seems to.	fathers sons	Richard Ford
075a375	Most young men are such bores. They haven't lived long enough to learn that they are not the wonders to the world they are to their mothers.	mothers-and-sons young-men mothers sons	L.M. Montgomery
01bd2d9	Many writers, especially male ones, have told us that it is the decease of the father which opens the prospect of one's own end, and affords an unobstructed view of the undug but awaiting grave that says 'you're next.' Unfilial as this may seem, that was not at all so in my own case. It was only when I watched Alexander [my own son] being born that I knew at once that my own funeral director had very suddenly, but quite unmistakably, stepped onto the stage. I was surprised by how calmly I took this, but also by how reluctant I was to mention it to my male contemporaries.	fathers mortality sons writers	Christopher Hitchens
a57ef69	She never called her son by any name but John; 'love' and 'dear', and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny.	names mothers sons funny-and-random sobriquet	Elizabeth Gaskell
8f1034f	As he grew older, which was mostly in my absence, my firstborn son, Alexander, became ever more humorous and courageous. There came a time, as the confrontation with the enemies of our civilization became more acute, when he sent off various applications to enlist in the armed forces. I didn't want to be involved in this decision either way, especially since I was being regularly taunted for not having 'sent' any of my children to fight in the wars of resistance that I supported. (As if I could 'send' anybody, let alone a grown-up and tough and smart young man: what moral imbeciles the 'anti-war' people have become.)	fathers war humour courage morality civilisation iraq war-on-terror iraq-war sons enemies resistance	Christopher Hitchens
2b0acab	When he died I had been away from home for a little over a year. In that year I had had time to become aware of the meaning of all my father's bitter warnings, had discovered the secret of his proudly pursed lips and rigid carriage: I had discovered the weight of white people in the world. I saw that this had been for my ancestors and now would be for me an awful thing to live with and that the bitterness which had helped to kill my father could also kill me.	racism fathers family whites bitterness sons race-relations race	James Baldwin
8150fdb	When I was born, my mother dressed me as a boy because she could not afford to feed any more daughters. By the mystic laws of gender and economics, it ruins a peasant to place half a bowl of figs in front of his daughter, while his son may gorge on the whole tree, burn it for firewood and piss on the stump, and still be reckoned a blessing to his father.	sons gender	Jeanette Winterson

I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.

marriage men feminism hate relationships women love married-life mothers sons matrimony psychology

Martha Gellhorn

e631b42

I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.

fathers sons pride

John Green

b08120a

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

human sons

Markus Zusak

d73847f

"Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)"

descent the-tempest heritage mothers sons

William Shakespeare

25a3ec6

When Jack Burns needed to hold his mother's hand, his fingers could see in the dark.

sons

John Irving

f856dab

You can know a thing to death and be for all purposes completely ignorant of it. A man can know his father, or his son, and there might still be nothing between them but loyalty and love and mutual incomprehension.

fathers relationships sons generations knowledge

Marilynne Robinson

0b2c307

Dad had once said, Trust your mind, Rob. If it smells like shit but has writing across it that says Happy Birthday and a candle stuck down in it, what is it? Is there icing on it? he'd said. Dad had done that thing of squinting his eyes when an answer was not quite there yet.

trust sons perception

George Saunders

d587b2d

He needed me to do what sons do for their fathers: bear witness that they're substantial, that they're not hollow, not ringing absences. That they count for something when little else seems to.

fathers sons

Richard Ford

075a375

Most young men are such bores. They haven't lived long enough to learn that they are not the wonders to the world they are to their mothers.

mothers-and-sons young-men mothers sons

L.M. Montgomery

01bd2d9

Many writers, especially male ones, have told us that it is the decease of the father which opens the prospect of one's own end, and affords an unobstructed view of the undug but awaiting grave that says 'you're next.' Unfilial as this may seem, that was not at all so in my own case. It was only when I watched Alexander [my own son] being born that I knew at once that my own funeral director had very suddenly, but quite unmistakably, stepped onto the stage. I was surprised by how calmly I took this, but also by how reluctant I was to mention it to my male contemporaries.

fathers mortality sons writers

Christopher Hitchens

a57ef69

She never called her son by any name but John; 'love' and 'dear', and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny.

names mothers sons funny-and-random sobriquet

Elizabeth Gaskell

8f1034f

As he grew older, which was mostly in my absence, my firstborn son, Alexander, became ever more humorous and courageous. There came a time, as the confrontation with the enemies of our civilization became more acute, when he sent off various applications to enlist in the armed forces. I didn't want to be involved in this decision either way, especially since I was being regularly taunted for not having 'sent' any of my children to fight in the wars of resistance that I supported. (As if I could 'send' anybody, let alone a grown-up and tough and smart young man: what moral imbeciles the 'anti-war' people have become.)

fathers war humour courage morality civilisation iraq war-on-terror iraq-war sons enemies resistance

Christopher Hitchens

2b0acab

When he died I had been away from home for a little over a year. In that year I had had time to become aware of the meaning of all my father's bitter warnings, had discovered the secret of his proudly pursed lips and rigid carriage: I had discovered the weight of white people in the world. I saw that this had been for my ancestors and now would be for me an awful thing to live with and that the bitterness which had helped to kill my father could also kill me.

racism fathers family whites bitterness sons race-relations race

James Baldwin

8150fdb

When I was born, my mother dressed me as a boy because she could not afford to feed any more daughters. By the mystic laws of gender and economics, it ruins a peasant to place half a bowl of figs in front of his daughter, while his son may gorge on the whole tree, burn it for firewood and piss on the stump, and still be reckoned a blessing to his father.

sons gender

Jeanette Winterson