Son Quotes
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I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm still scared of the dark. I have to have a light on all night. It's completely irrational, and my son is the same. I just hate the dark.
Louise Nurding
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The first American ancestor of our name was a younger son of these old Devonshire people, and came to the Virginia colony in the reign of Charles the First.
John Sergeant Wise
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The eternal God - the infinite Jehovah - has done all he could do - even to the sacrificing his own Son - to provide a way for man's happiness, and yet they reject him, hate him, and laugh him to scorn!
Elijah Parish Lovejoy
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Rob Halford’s my ex-brother-in-law. His sister and I were divorced several years ago, about ten years ago now. I see his sister from time to time because my son lives there. So, obviously, I see her when I pick him up...
Ian Hill
Judas Priest
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Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.
William Wordsworth
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I tell ya I got a stupid son. That's one load that shoulda been shot on the wall.
Jack Roy
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When I started 'Third Watch,' I knew I was going to be with the firefighters and lifting, so I was doing yoga, running, and swimming - all at the same time. I didn't have a kid then. Now I don't have time for that. I want to spend time with my son and my husband, so it's mainly just yoga now.
Kim Raver
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If you're going to tear down a hero, you should never forget that you're tearing down someone else's hero. You're tearing down somebody else's son. You might have to face her one day.
Kevin Costner
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Lo que dicen las palabras no dura. Duran las palabres. Porque las palabras son siempre las mismas y lo que dicen no es nunca lo mismo.
Antonio Porchia
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A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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A few years after my first son was born, he wanted to know how we chose his name, so I began reading him the story of Noah's Ark.
Boris Becker
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Strangers have crossed the sound, but not the sound of the dark oarsmen Or the golden-haired sons of kings, Strangers whose thought is not formed to the cadence of waves, Rhythm of the sickle, oar and milking pail
Kathleen Raine