The sons of dreams outlive the sons of seed.

Сын, сын, мой сын. У меня будет сын, и я объясню ему все это, когда он подрастет и сможет понять меня. Однако только лишь подумав это, я уже знал: никогда он не поймет, да и не захочет он ничего понимать, а делать будет все те же vestshi, которые и я делал, – да-да, он, может быть, даже убьет какую-нибудь старую ptitsu, окруженную мяукающими kotami и koshkami, и я не смогу остановить его. А он не сможет остановить своего сына. И так по кругу до самого конца света – по кругу, по кругу, по кругу, будто какой-то огромный великан, какой-нибудь Бог или Gospodd (спасибо бару «Korova») все крутит и крутит в огромных своих ручищах voniutshi griaznyi апельсин.

Another husband could be found and with That husband another son. But I have no mother now. I have no father. I cannot bring another brother to the world.

He cannot become old, for he has never been young; he cannot become young, for he has already become old; in a way he cannot die, for he has never lived; in a way he cannot live, for he is already dead.

There could be no eldest son for her, and younger sons were indelicate things, necessary, but not to be much spoken of. Younger sons had none of the privileges of obscurity; it was their plain duty to remain hidden until some disaster perchance promoted them to their brother's places, and, since this was their function, it was desirable that they should keep themselves wholly suitable for succession.

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The truth is, every son raised by a single mom is pretty much born married. I don't know, but until your mom dies it seems like all the other women in your life can never be more than just your mistress.

By the time a man realises that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he is wrong.

Books are immortal sons defying their sires.

Long, long before Freud, the Jews had this saying: “When a son gets married, he divorces his mother.

Few sons are like their fathers — most are worse, few better.

"Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.

Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be; a son who will know Thee and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge.

Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in the storm; here let him learn compassion for those who fail.

Build me a son whose heart will be clean, whose goal will be high; a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past.

And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.

Then I, his father, will dare to whisper, "I have not lived in vain.

It is a Law of Nature with us that a male child shall have one more side than his father, so that each generation shall rise (as a rule) one step in the scale of development and nobility. Thus the son of a Square is a Pentagon; the son of a Pentagon, a Hexagon; and so on.

Yes, they will trample me underfoot, the numbers marching one two three, four hundred million five hundred six, reducing me to specks of voiceless dust, just as, in all good time, they will trample my son who is not my son, and his son who will not be his, and his who will not be his, until the thousand and first generation, until a thousand and one midnights have bestowed their terrible gifts and a thousand and one children have died, because it is the privilege and the curse of midnight’s children to be both masters and victims of their times, to forsake privacy and be sucked into the annihilating whirlpool of the multitudes, and to be unable to live or die in peace.