For your sake, jewel, I am glad at soul I have no other child; For thy escape would teach me tyranny, To hang clogs on them.
— Othello
For your sake, jewel, I am glad at soul I have no other child; For thy escape would teach me tyranny, To hang clogs on them.
— Othello
That I growed up a man and not a beast says something for me.
— The Chimes
The goodness of the mother is written in the gaiety of the child.
— Les Misérables
Without the support from religion--remember, we talked about it--no father, using only his own resources, would be able to bring up a child.
— Anna Karenina
I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren't trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.
— Foucault's Pendulum
We cannot always build the future for our youth, but we can build our youth for the future.
— Great Speeches
Siddhartha began to understand that it was not happiness and peace that had come to him with his son but, rather, sorrow and worry. But he loved him and preferred the sorrow and worry of love to the happiness and peace he had known without the boy.
— Siddhartha
Daddy, are you going to yell at us some more today?'Neary gazed down into her clear, guileless eyes. That was how he looked to her---a yelling machine. And she was prepared to accept more yelling because she loved him.
— Close Encounters of the Third Kind
But in her loneliness in the palace she learned to know him, they learned to know each other, and she discovered with great delight that one does not love one’s children just because they are one’s children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.
— Love in the Time of Cholera
Tell me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I learn.
One cannot always know what children are thinking. Children are hard to understand, especially when careful training has a custom them to obedience and experience has made them cautious in conversation with their teachers.
He didn't realize that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark.
— Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
To My MotherYou too, my mother, read my rhymes / For love of unforgotten times, And you may chance to hear once more / The little feet along the floor.
— A Child's Garden of Verses
..my father was the best man in the world and probably worth a hundred of me, but he didn't understand me. The town he lived in and the town I lived in were not the same.
— Chronicles, Vol. 1
One has to manage alone as best one can.
— The Magic Lantern
My father was not a failure. After all, he was the father of a president of the United States.
In peace, children inter their parents; war violates the order of nature and causes parents to inter their children.
I thank God that I'm a product of my parents. That they infected me with their intelligence and energy for life, with their thirst for knowledge and their love. I'm grateful that I know where I come from.
I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.
We're African-American and we work together as a family, so people assume we're like the Jacksons. But I didn't have parents using me to get out of a bad situation.
I Am The Way, The Truth and The Life; no one comes to The Father but by Me
My father was the Prime Minister of Pakistan. My grandfather had been in politics, too; however, my own inclination was for a job other than politics. I wanted to be a diplomat, perhaps do some journalism - certainly not politics.
Time is the father of truth, its mother is our mind.