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Rick Riordan
“Hazel squinted. "How far?"
"Just over the river and through the woods."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? To Grandmother's house we go?"
Frank cleared his throat. "Yeah, anyway.”
Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune

Nicholas Sparks
“What's your heart telling you to do?
I don't know.'
Maybe, you're trying too hard to hear it.”
Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember

Cormac McCarthy
“He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Rick Riordan
“It wasn’t easy looking dignified wearing a bed sheet and a purple cape.”
Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune

Cormac McCarthy
“You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Criss Jami
“I'm convinced that most men don't know what they believe, rather, they only know what they wish to believe. How many people blame God for man's atrocities, but wouldn't dream of imprisoning a mother for her son's crime?”
Criss Jami

Dan Brown
“No love is greater than that of a father for His son.”
Dan Brown, Angels & Demons

“You don't raise heroes, you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they'll turn out to be heroes, even if it's just in your own eyes.”
Walter M. Schirra, Sr.

John Steinbeck
“It's because I haven't courage,' said Samuel. 'I could never quite take the responsibility. When the Lord God did not call my name, I might have called his name - but I did not. There you have the difference between greatness and mediocrity. It's not an uncommon disease. But it's nice for a mediocre man to know that greatness must be the loneliest state in the world.'

'I'd think there are degrees of greatness,' Adam said.

'I don't think so,' said Samuel. 'That would be like saying there is a little bigness. No. I believe when you come to that responsibility the hugeness and you are alone to make your choice. On one side you have warmth and companionship and sweet understanding, and on the other - cold, lonely greatness. There you make your choice. I'm glad I chose mediocrity, but how am I to say what reward might have come with the other? None of my children will be great either, except perhaps Tom. He's suffering over the choosing right now. It's a painful thing to watch. And somewhere in me I want him to say yes. Isn't that strange? A father to want his son condemned to greatness! What selfishness that must be.”
John Steinbeck, East of Eden

Jarod Kintz
“A few years ago, when I was hitchhiking through Laramie, Wyoming, I met an old and infertile man named John. I told him, “I think I’d have made a good son, John. But I’d have made an even better Johnson.” He nodded as he took a long drag from his cigarette before he said, “I think I would have made a good Robert Derrick. But I'd have made an even better Derrick Robert.” I was silent for a few minutes, because I knew all too well what he meant. I’ve often felt I’d have made a great Bruce Robert, and an even better Robert the Bruce than Robert the Bruce ever was. Because, as many people have told me, “You can take all the Bruces in the world, including Mr. Willis, and you’d be the only one who could simply be called ‘The Bruce.’” But you couldn’t call me “The Boss,” because that title belongs to another Bruce.”
Jarod Kintz, American Association for the Advancement of Aardvarks Presents: Dear Natalie

Richard Llewellyn
“I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.”
Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley

Ray Bradbury
“I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?”
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Walt Whitman
“I tramp the perpetual journey
My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the
woods,
No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair,
I have no chair, no philosophy,
I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange,
But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
My left hand hooking you round the waist,
My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public
road.

Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.

It is not far, it is within reach,
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know,
Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.

Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten
forth,
Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.

If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand
on my hip,
And in due time you shall repay the same service to me,
For after we start we never lie by again.

This day before dawn I ascended a hill and look'd at the crowded
heaven,
And I said to my spirit When we become the enfolders of those orbs,
and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we
be fill'd and satisfied then?
And my spirit said No, we but level that lift to pass and continue
beyond.

You are also asking me questions and I hear you,
I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.

Sit a while dear son,
Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink,
But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes, I kiss
you with a good-by kiss and open the gate for your egress
hence.

Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams,
Now I wash the gum from your eyes,
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every
moment of your life.

Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore,
Now I will you to be a bold swimmer,
To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout,
and laughingly dash with your hair.”
Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

Shannon Celebi
“She also understood there was a hole in her heart where her son should be, that she was a wicked, selfish woman for wishing him back.”
Shannon Celebi, Driving Off Bridges

Mary Balogh
“But a mother-son relationship is not a coequal one, is it? He is lonely with only you just as you are lonely with only him.”
Mary Balogh, Simply Love

William Shakespeare
“When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.”
William Shakespeare

C.S. Lewis
“You must make your choice: either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon; or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.”
C.S. Lewis

Denis Johnson
“When we were arguing on my twenty-fourth birthday, she left the kitchen, came back with a pistol, and fired it at me five times from right across the table. But she missed. It wasn't my life she was after. It was more. She wanted to eat my heart and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her knees and give birth from it, she wanted to hurt me as only a child can be hurt by its mother.”
Denis Johnson, Jesus' Son

Jarod Kintz
“He’s not my son, but his last name is Myson. Same spelling, big difference.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not for Sale

Elizabeth Peters
“He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns.”
Elizabeth Peters, He Shall Thunder in the Sky

“Mothers are inscrutable beings to their sons, always. ("The Higgler")”
A.E. Coppard, Dusky Ruth: And Other Stories

“A boy is a magical creature - you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can't lock him out of your heart.”
Allan Beck
tags: father, son

“I'm supposed to be a man but I can't help thinking no one ever showed me what that is supposed to look like. Maybe that is why I ride the middle all the time—never offending anyone, never getting a hard time, but never much standing out either.”
Heather Duffy Stone, This Is What I Want to Tell You

Charles Yu
“Look at that," he said. "How the ink bleeds." He loved the way it looked, to write on a thick pillow of the pad, the way the thicker width of paper underneath was softer and allowed for a more cushiony interface between pen and surface, which meant more time the two would be in contact for any given point, allowing the fiber of the paper to pull, through capillary action, more ink from the pen, more ink, which meant more evenness of ink, a thicker, more even line, a line with character, with solidity. The pad, all those ninety-nine sheets underneath him, the hundred, the even number, ten to the second power, the exponent, the clean block of planes, the space-time, really, represented by that pad, all of the possible drawings, graphs, curves, relationships, all of the answers, questions, mysteries, all of the problems solvable in that space, in those sheets, in those squares.”
Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe

Dejan Stojanovic
“You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.”
Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape

Gregory Maguire
“Sometimes thought Liir-his first thought in weeks and weeks-sometimes I hate this marvelous land of ours. It's so much like home, and then it holds out on you.”
Gregory Maguire, Son of a Witch

Gary Patton
“The “Word of God” is not simply the Christian Bible but exists in a threefold form: “The Word” incarnate (Jesus Followers’ King), the word prophesied and proclaimed (Prophets), and the word in scripture (Bible). All three are the self-disclosure of God, The One & Only ...in three, distinct & unique Persons, Father, Son, & Holy Spirit.”
Gary Patton

Elizabeth Gaskell
“But I got through the review, for all their Latin and French; I did, and if you doubt me, you just look at the end of the great ledger, turn it upside down, and you'll find I've copied out all the fine words they said of you: "careful observer," "strong nervous English," "rising philosopher."
Oh! I can nearly say it all off by heart, for many a time when I am frabbed by bad debts, or Osborne's bills, or moidered with accounts, I turn the ledger wrong way up, and smoke a pipe over it, while I read those pieces out of the review which speak about you, lad!”
Elizabeth Gaskell, Wives and Daughters

Stephen M. Irwin
“After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed that would, come spring, be brightly ablaze as tropical coral with colorful arctotis, impatiens, and petunias. Katherine dug with hard chopping strokes, pulling out wandering jew and oxalis, tossing the uprooted weeds into a black pot beside her.
The garden will be beautiful, he thought. But how do the weeds feel about it? Sacrifices must be made.”
Stephen M. Irwin, The Dead Path

Boby Jose Kattikad
“ഒരമ്മ പരാതിപ്പെടുകയായിരുന്നു : "രണ്ടു മക്കളുണ്ട് ആദ്യത്തേത് വെളുപ്പിന് എഴുന്നേറ്റു സ്കൂള്‍ ബസ്‌ വരുവോളം പഠിക്കുന്ന മൂത്തവന്‍, രണ്ടാമത്തവന്‍ ബസിന്റെ ഹോണ്‍ കേള്‍ക്കുമ്പോള്‍ മാത്രം പള്ളിയുറക്കം കഴിഞ്ഞു ഉണരുന്നവന്‍ , എന്നിട്ടും പള്ളികൂടത്തില്‍ പോകുന്ന പാങ്ങ് കാണുന്നില്ല . കുറച്ചു മീനെ വളര്‍ത്തുന്നുണ്ട് അവയ്ക്ക് ഞാഞ്ഞൂല് പിടിച്ചു കൊടുക്കണ്ടെ , കുറച്ചു കോഴി കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങളെ വളര്‍ത്തുന്നുണ്ട് , മുട്ടയിടീക്കണമെന്നുള്ള അത്യാഗ്രഹം കൊണ്ടൊന്നുമല്ല - നാട്ടിലെ ദരിദ്രരായ പരുന്തുകള്‍ക്ക് തീറ്റ കൊടുക്കാന്‍ വേണ്ടിയാണു.. ഒരു വല്യപ്പച്ചനുണ്ട്, അടുത്ത് പോയിരുന്നു പഴമ്പുരാണങ്ങള്‍ കേള്‍ക്കും. തോറ്റു!"

അമ്മയെ ശകലം ബോധവല്‍കരിക്കാമെന്ന് തീരുമാനിച്ചു : അമ്മാ, ഇരുപതു വര്‍ഷങ്ങള്‍ക്ക് ശേഷം നിങ്ങളുടെ രണ്ടു കുഞ്ഞുങ്ങള്‍ക്ക് എന്ത് സംഭവിക്കുമെന്ന് ഗണിച്ചു നോക്കാതെ പറയാനാവും , ആദ്യത്തവന്‍ സിവില്‍ സര്‍വീസില്‍ തന്നെ ചെന്ന് ചാടും ; അവന്റെ അഭിലാഷം പോലെ ഏതെങ്കിലും ഒരു നഗരത്തില്‍ നിന്ന് അവന്‍ എല്ലാദിവസവും രാവിലെ നിങ്ങളെ കൃത്യമായി വിളിച്ച് കാര്യങ്ങള്‍ അന്വേഷിക്കുകേം ചെയ്യും, അപ്പോഴും അമ്മാ , ഏതെങ്കിലും ഒരു ഡോക്ടറിന്റെ മുറിക്കു പുറത്തു ടോക്കന്‍ എടുത്തു നിങ്ങളെയും ചേര്‍ത്തിരിക്കാന്‍ പോകുന്നത് ആ പോഴന്‍ മകനായിരിക്കും .
കാലമാണ് കളയും വിളയും നിശ്ചയിക്കണ്ട ഏക ഏകകം..”
Boby Jose Kattikad, Vaathil | വാതില്‍

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