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a-sleepy-kitten · 5 years ago

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Of Clouded Stars

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She is beautiful, or so they say. Lan Wangji isn't sure, if he's honest. But it's been a long time since Lan Wangji was truly honest and so he tells himself she is beautiful. That he is lucky.

And yet.

Lan Wangji looks at her, fools himself into seeing her bear a different face.

The sternness of her smile changing into one much more familiar.

Lan Wangji almost reaches out, almost.

He can see his uncle from the corner of his eyes, a frown on his face.

The light filters through the leaves, clouds cover the sky. Lan Wangji stares at them wistfully, wishing to follow them to the place they will cry and lay himself down on the ground to join their tears.

Alas, here he is still, before the woman he must from this moment on think beautiful, be loyal to in deed and thought.

Lan Wangji looks at the shadows behind her, whispers a goodbye to the sky, sending his heart upwards to dissolve in the clouds so that it may scatter across the world and be lost.

Lan Wangji says his farewells secretly and softly, turns his attention back to the woman before him.

She is, when another few hours have fled away, his wife.

Yet when Lan Wangji enters the room that was prepared for them and sees her bearing an expectant smile, Lan Wangji can only turn away.

He sleeps that night uneasy, the warmness of her body besides him unfamiliar, uncomfortable.

Lan Wangji leaves her behind the next morning, inhales the fresh air outside. Feels the coldness on his skin, looks to the cloudless sky.

Silently, he cries to the sky,

'I have given you my heart to bear away and bury it with rain into the ground, yet you have forsaken me. Here I am and still my heart betrays me.

Must I then bear this sorrow, to know that there is one I love and yet that person is far away from me? To know that he walks further every day, while my heart withers? Must I give my heart to this woman when the one who truly owns it walks unaware?

If this is so, tell me and I will obey. Yet, do not leave me this pain, I beg of you. Take it from me, please. Once again I ask of you, take my heart and bear it away. Scatter it over the earth so that I may never be tempted again.'

The sky gives him no answers, yet Lan Wangji can feel its judgement and contempt lay over him. The betrayal that already seeps from his words is heavy, it wears him down.

He hardens his heart, buries his wishes deep, resolves himself to treat his wife well. So that none may say he would be unfaithful, that he is unloving of his wife.

In this he succeeds, at least partially. Most believe in his heart, many say he is honourable in the being of a husband as he is in helping others. His wife, she knows that his heart lies not with her, though she knows not where it does.

The one who had most cause to be fooled however, remained unfooled. Lan Wangji still knows his heart, feels it beat to signify his emotional betrayal when he sees him again.

It is a gathering that Lan Wangji did not wish to attend, yet he is here. And Wei Wuxian is also, he looks as breathtaking as ever. He is beautiful, the light reflects in his eyes, the smile he bears loud and invasive.

Lan Wangji curses his treacherous heart, feels it tear when Wei Wuxian politely greets him. If only once, just once, Wei Wuxian could call him familiarly again, Lan Wangji would feel much better.

Or so he thinks, for part of him realises it would only worsen his condition.

When Wei Wuxian visits him that evening, drunken and whining, Lan Wangji does not know what to do. He tries to constrain himself, even as Wei Wuxian drapes himself over him.

When Wei Wuxian whines about Lan Wangji getting married and not inviting him, confessing that he disliked it greatly, Lan Wangji almost falters.

When his birth name leaves Wei Wuxians lips however, Lan Wangji cannot stay himself. Wei Wuxian kisses him back, hands finding their way to Lan Wangji's shoulders. Lan Wangji pulls the man closer, arms around his waist, feels desire surge up from where he had stuffed it away.

A knock on his door interrupts them, Wei Wuxian scrambling to get away as the father of Lan Wangji's wife enters.

Lan Wangji tries to make himself presentable, cannot bear to look the man in the eyes. The betrayal burns in his mind, the last remnants of the desire that burned so brightly still wreaking havoc in his thought.

His father in law greets him, a coldness in his voice.

'Why does the adopted dog of the Jiangs flee your room like a thief at my arrival? I have heard what people say but chosen not to believe them, though I now doubt my choice. Tell me I am wrong to do this.'

Lan Wangji cannot find words, tries to find his dignity, but it has long ran away from him.

'Why, when she is married for two years, carries my daughter no child?'

Lan Wangji says nothing, knows his flaws and his sins. That he should be lit aflame by one so unattainable and neglect his duties as a husband. Never did he try to share more than a bed with her, ever sleeping in silence together, a wall between them where there should not be.

'If she so desires, she shall carry one soon.' Lan Wangji says, 'I must admit my fault in neglecting her. I shall amend this as she desires, for there is none more important than her wishes.'

The Lan rules echo in his head, though Lan Wangji knows he has long broken them.

'I shall rest then, for now. Remember this, however, should you falter again: my daughter is the one you married and I shall not have her betrayed.'

Lan Wangji bows his head, curses once more his treacherous heart.

It is a year later, in which Lan Wangji did not see Wei Wuxian, that his child is born.

Yawen he names her, for the clouds that forsook him, that he may never forget that which he asked them to carry away.

Wei Wuxian comes to the celebration, softness in his eyes as he looks upon Lan Wangji's daughter. Yet, Lan Wangji not once dares to meet his eyes, curses and curses his heart that beats loudly when Wei Wuxians fingers brush against his.

Lan Wangji's wife begs him for a son and though it pains him, Lan Wangji takes her again into his arms.

Somewhere, he has grown to hate the feeling of her skin against his, the sounds she makes while sleeping.

More and more Lan Wangji walks at night in coldness, under the stars. Asking of them to give him love for her, so that he may cease to resent the way her hands fit in his.

Yet the stars, much alike the clouds, listen not to his pleading and remain high in the sky, raining down only contempt.

It is another year gone when Lan Wangji sees Wei Wuxian again. Lan Wangji has left his wife behind to come to aid of others, even though she carries his second child close to birth.

He calls Wei Wuxian by his birth name, revels in the way it rolls of his tongue, in the way Wei Wuxian stares at him.

When Wei Wuxian gives him a cup of liquor, Lan Wangji does not refuse him.

When Lan Wangji awakens the next morning, he does not regret the man laying besides him, he regrets only the failing memory of it. There is softness to Wei Wuxians skin, Lan Wangji traces his cheekbones, fingers lingering.

Wei Wuxian flutters open his eyes and Lan Wangji wishes to drown in them.

Lan Wangji cannot think about having her in his arms again, when Wei Wuxian fits there so nicely.

Their parting comes too soon by the summoning of Lan Wangji, for news comes that his second child, a son, is born.

At this parting Lan Wangji asks a name for his second child and Wei Wuxian names it Yawang, so that perhaps the child may have only hopes that come true and none that will fall to nothing.

Wei Wuxian, 'For hopes that fall are of the worst kind, Lan Zhan. Wishes that come to naught and leave an ache inside that cannot be filled. Give love to your child as you cannot give to her, I beg of you.

Do not tarry, go and come not to find me again. Remember me by the way you call your son, Lan Zhan. By his name, swear to me you will fill his wishes and hopes as you could not fill your own.'

Wei Wuxian stands apart, walks until he is out of reach and looks back. Lan Wangji reaches out with his hand, wishing to take this man's hand and take him. Make him happy, so that his smile will fade no longer.

Wei Wuxian turns and gives him a last smile, bittersweet.

'Lan Zhan!' he calls out, 'Farewell! If ever your paths cross mine, do not greet me so sweetly.'

Lan Wangji falls to his knees when Wei Wuxian has faded from his eyes, curses the sky.

'You forsake me again, I feel you stare upon me in judgement, yet I ask of you this: why must I bear this? What have I done that is deserving of such pain? If my sin is the betrayal I have committed, why has this pain resided here before it was betrayal?

If this is right, I do not wish to be HanGuang-Jun, honourable in thought and deed. Give me another name, so that I may lower myself to abandon her and go to him.'

The sky gives him no answer, clouds gathering.

'Alas, Lan Wangji I remain and I must bear what is given to me. If this is how it must be then I shall try to mend this world, so that at least my children can walk upon it unburdened!

Here, I shall leave my own heart. I shall only take that which is needed by my children and forsake the rest.'

Lan Wangji returns home and gives his son his name. He does not take his wife in arms again, no matter how she begs for a third of his children. Instead he devotes himself to the two they have, giving them all that he can.

Years pass in which he only sees Wei Wuxian fleetingly, only glimpses granted to him. Yet even these he treasures, having long ago lost the shame he felt before. Weariness remains, of bearing a heart heavy with perfidy.

It is thus that when his brother, Lan Xichen, asks of him why he is laden with sorrow, why he walks under starlight when sleep should be held, Lan Wangji cannot stay himself. To his brother he tells at last of nights spent in coldness, for it is not her that he loves.

His brother gives him not judgement or contempt, he gives him only this: 'This you must tell not me, for it is not I that you betray.'

Lan Wangji feels fear then, fear of making her unhappy, of making his children unhappy. Yet he knows she is already unhappy, stuck in a life with a husband whose love is not for her.

Still he dares not tell her and years pass from which Lan Wangji remembers little save the growing of his children and endless conversations with the stars.

Then comes the coming of his firstborn to the age of ten and Lan Wangji's wife insists on a huge celebration.

To this Wei Wuxian also comes and Lan Wangji marvels at how his heart still beats the same. How those emotions did not change with time but remained the same over all these years. Only the emotions accompanying them changed, from joy to shame to a sullen acceptance.

To now, when there remains only an emptiness.

Lan Wangji beholds Wei Wuxian, who gives his smile easily to the children there. He hears the laughter that escapes his daughter in a way he has not heard before and Lan Wangji can only feel a sense of hopelessness.

Much he has tried to make those children happy and yet only now does he know of their delighted laughter.

Perhaps this is why, when he returns that evening to find her already in bed, turned away from him, he tells. The words spill from him unbidden, out of view from both clouds and stars. The sky is covered from his view.

She turns back to him, stares at him with eyes unreadable. Long lingers the silence when he has finished, he stands still in the doorway and stares at the wooden floor.

'Much is the pain you have given me and now you choose to add knowledge. For I have known what is between you for long, much you may suspect me of yet I am not blind. I can see your gaze carries love not when you look upon me, but look upon him and it is filled with it.

I ask of you this: have I not lived fine so far? Give me not this knowledge, for if you should, I have to act upon it! I shall pretend this has not happened and return to thinking that even though your love lies not with me, it lies with our children.'

Lan Wangji looks upon her then, not oblivious to the disdain in her voice and marvels at the hatred that swells up, though it is not for her. He scorns himself in silence, a building desperation behind his eyes. It runs his mind wild, the knowledge that this will never end.

Forevermore he must carry contempt for his own heart, beaten and torn as it is.

Lan Wangji flees from that room, comes outside to find the sky covered, rain battering the ground as if the heavens themselves are raging.

'What would you have me do, then?'

he yells aloud, unsure of tear or raindrop,

'What must I do? I wish not to abandon my children, for I love them, yet I cannot carry this much longer, my heart drags me to the ground with weariness, I cannot suffer this till the end!'

Lan Wangji comes to the room he knows Wei Wuxian is in, calls loudly for the man to arise and meet him. Thus, Wei Wuxian finally stands before him once more.

'HanGuang-Jun?'

Lan Wangji has not known any pain alike the one he feels when Wei Wuxian calls him that way, with eyes averted, a distance in his words.

'Is this the way it must be?' Lan Wangji asks, the wind blowing coldly through his bones.

'It is the only right.' Wei Wuxian says softly.

'If this is right, I wish to be wrong. If this is the only right, let me not live here any longer. Take up your sword and slay me, for endless sin I carry.

If I must be apart from you until the end, let the end come now so I have to suffer no more. Bring down the judgement of cloud and stars, the judgement of the heavens! If I must pass to end this, I will it to be your hand that wields the verdict.

You, my slayer as you have been the one who owns my heart and tore it apart and apart!'

Wei Wuxian stands frozen, an anger glimmering behind his eyes,

'Cruel, I name you! Is it only you that carries pain? Have you not countless time tore my heart just the same? To ask this of me, you go too far!

Make me not the one who takes you away from the people that love you, me among them. Your children need your love, do not desert them so lightly.'

Lan Wangji breaks then, falls to the ground in misery and cries. The rain still falls, hammering on his back, though he feels not the cold.

'They have my love, yet I cannot make them happy! They laugh not with me, but look upon me with scared eyes. I cannot make them happy if I do not know how to be it!'

A hand is placed on his head, Wei Wuxian kneels before him, wipes tears and rain away gently, a soft whisper of his name. Lan Wangji leans into the touch, marvels at the warmness of Wei Wuxians skin.

'Run with me, then. Take me far, to places where I have no duties save to love you. I beg of you, leave me not in this place where I will wither and burn.'

Lan Wangji begs, hands clinging to Wei Wuxian. The man says nothing, a tremble to his hands. Then,

'Wait until your children are of age, until they do not need you so desperately. Then, if your wish is the same, come to me once more.'

Wei Wuxian presses a kiss to Lan Wangji's mouth and retreats, disappears.

Long are the years that follow, yet they are not without hope. Lan Wangji gives all his love to his children, sees them grow with a pride he has not expected. Sorrow fills his heart at the thought of leaving them. Yet he is filled with longing for another life, one on which he dares not take them.

Two years after his second born has reached his coming of age, Lan Wangji tells his brother. Lan Xichen says not much, seems not surprised.

'I shall not stay you if this is truly what you desire, I shall try to appease uncle into not looking for you. My brother, Wangji, I shall only miss you and wish you safe. May you find the happiness you could not find here.'

To his wife, his children's mother he gives only a thanks, adds only silently that he does not regret marrying her. She gave him the two that once clung to his robes, with small hands and big eyes.

Lan Wangji parts with his children, tells them he must away and shall not come back for a long time. They cry at his words, bidding him be safe and return to them.

Lan Wangji bids them to not mourn him, tells them how much he loves them.

So, Lan Wangji leaves his home and comes before Wei Wuxian.

'Lan Zhan!'

Lan Wangji thanks Wei Wuxian endlessly for waiting, goes with him out of perception of people that know them.

That night, as they lay together under stars, Lan Wangji allows himself to utter the words he has suffered so long for. He cares not for the judgement of stars, clouds or sky, he cares only for the eyes that stare back at him, the whisper with which are returned his words.

He knows not what the future will bring them, he knows only that finally, his heart feels at peace. Warm, he is, despite the cold air surrounding them.

'Wei Ying, I love you.'

'And I love you, Lan Zhan.'

#the untamed #mdzs #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #cql fic #ravenisalostsoul #ao3 #i wrote this while I had to study

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radioactivepeasant · 7 years ago

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Fic Prompts: Folklore Friday

Long ago there lived a humble woodcutter at the edge of a forest. "Humble" in this context merely meaning that his life goals were primarily to have a steady job, a house of his own, and access to a village doctor who didn't charge exorbitant fees. The local noblemen tended to misinterpret that as a lack of ambition, considering such things were already readily available to them. (Those same noblemen would later wonder why so many of the peasants simply upped stakes and moved into the lands controlled by the neighboring Farmer King, which had a considerably more stable economy courtesy of the exasperated Grand Vizier, but this story is not about those noblemen, or the Farmer King, or poor old Vizier Eggwich, and we are getting off-topic.)

One day, the woodcutter had gone into the heart of the forest -- which was really shaped more like a spleen, to be honest -- to cut down some old, dead trees that were liable to fall at any moment. He had been at it for a few hours already, and his hands were getting very sweaty. And, as happens when one's hands turn into a slippery mess of blisters and calluses, his grip on the axe handle weakened. He was pretty lucky not to have injured himself, really, but he would almost have preferred that to the axe flying head over haft into the deep creek a few feet away.

The woodcutter was a decent swimmer, but you don't go cannonballing into strange bodies of water in a forest without making sure they aren't inhabited first. That's just common courtesy. And the last thing you'd want to do in a situation like that is crash feet-first onto some irritable kelpie's head or something. So the woodcutter stared at the place where his primary means of supporting himself had vanished, and sighed.

"Well," he said, "That's unfortunate."

"Say there," said a gurgly, froggy sort of a voice, "Why so glum, chum?"

I expect you already know this, but strangers calling you "chum" or "old sport" in the spleen heart of the forest are as likely to be Good Neighbors as anything else. The nymphs and dryads and the like tend to be a bit behind the times with their slang, but don't tell them that.

Sure enough, a very green and dripping wet person was now sitting on the bank, trying very hard to look innocent and endearing. And if you find a spindly figure with the complexion of a frog and a mouth full of very sharp teeth to be endearing, then she was doing a splendid job. She tossed her weedy hair over one shoulder, dislodging several very alarmed tadpoles, and blinked at the woodcutter.

“Well?” she asked, “What’s the sockdollager? You look like you’ve lost a game of cards with a snail. And he didn’t even have to cheat, which is just sad.”

“I’m...not really sure I understood that simile,” said the woodcutter, “But as it happens, I did just lose an axe. I would ask if it was alright for me to swim down and look for it, but frankly, seeing you, now I’m more worried that I might have clobbered someone with it.”

The water nymph shrugged and said that was just a hazard of living near populated areas. Someone regularly got stepped on by a deer or had goblins chucking rocks at their heads. You learned to live with it, or so she said.

“Yeah that’s fair, might not want to venture down just now, old sport,” she said easily, “But I’ll tell you what: how abouts I go look for it, and if I find it you can have it back without me telling anyone it might have clobbered. Just as long as you tell me the right one.”

Now, you or I would of course instantly suspect that this was A Trap. And frankly, the woodcutter knew it was A Trap too. He just didn’t have much other choice. The job market for peasants in the area wasn’t very good, after all. So he simply said that would be very kind of her and sat down on a rock as if to wait. Off splashed the nymph, who was gone for several minutes. Just as the woodcutter was beginning to wonder whether he ought to climb one of the trees in case she came back with a big, hungry kelpie or something of that nature, she returned.

“Hey hey, chum,” she gurgled, “Got your axe!” And she dropped a solid gold axe on the bank at his feet.

“A gold axe?” the wooductter squawked, “In this economy?!” Impracticality aside, the woodcutter could not fathom how the nymph had gotten this wrong. He gestured wordlessly to his tattered tunic, then waved at the offending instrument.

“So it’s not yours then?” the nymph asked pointedly, narrowing her eyes. (Which really just had the effect of bringing them down to about human-size eyes for the sake of intimidation, which is actually not at all healthy for freshwater nymphs and her doctor would probably scold her for it later, but that’s neither here nor there)

“It’s definitely not mine!” the woodcutter replied. Then, realizing he hadn’t described his axe at all, shrugged. “But that’s on me, I suppose, for not telling you what it looked like. It’s brown and a little rusty.”

A little annoyed at the failure of her standard “trick-the-greedy-human-and-eat-them” ploy, the nymph decided to try again. Gold was obviously too much of an exaggeration, and she had gotten a little too ambitious, clearly. The second time she came back, she was holding a rather nasty-looking thing that might have been an axe at one point. It was tarnished to the point of nearly being unrecognizable, and there was a great deal of pond scum along the handle.

“How about this one?” she asked.

Somewhat wary of the pond scum, the woodcutter poked at the axe with a stick -- one could never be too careful -- until he was reasonably satisfied that the blackened material along the blade was tarnish and not mud.

“Is this silver?” he asked incredulously.

“Was your axe silver?”

“No ma’am, not in the slightest!” The woodcutter edged away from the axe, and wondered if perhaps some enterprising werewolf-hunting individual wasn’t missing their primary means of defense by now. That was the only reason he could think of for anyone having an axe made of silver, after all, unless someone just really liked seeing their own reflection while chopping things to smithereens.

The nymph was getting frustrated wither her lack of success, and was pondering just giving up and going back to the creek bed to sulk. But these things always come in threes, you know, so she decided she’d try one last time to trick the woodcutter. This time she returned in only a few seconds with a rusty brown axe that she all but threw at the man.

“Here you go, egg,” she said, perhaps a little too laconically, “This time for sure!”

The woodcutter started to reach for the axe, recognizing that it was as rusty as he remembered, then stopped. The nymph looked altogether too pleased with herself and he was getting a Bad Feeling about those very sharp teeth. Sharp teeth bared in a smile does not always mean Hello, I am very pleased to see you today, how’s the family? Sometimes, sharp teeth bared in a smile mean, Haha, stupid human, I am almost certainly plotting your demise and I did not tell you the rules of this game on purpose. Or sometimes it just means You bother me, please go away, but this was not one of those kinds of smiles.

So naturally, the woodcutter took a closer look at the axe. The rust was almost right, and it was chipped and pitted a bit along the blade like his too, but there the similarities ended.. The metal peeking out from under the rusty bits was a little too bright. “What’s this one made of?” he asked.

“Your axe, shouldn’t you know?” the nymph sniffed, a watery sort of snort that conveyed both contempt and nasal congestion.

“Well,” the woodcutter mused, recognizing that he was on metaphorically thin ice, “My axe is rusty, has a wooden handle, and is made of iron. If this one is all of those things, it might be mine. But great heavens above, how many axes have you even got down there?!”

The nymph answered that he’d be surprised. She waited hopefully for a minute, watching to see if he’d take the steel axe she’d brought. Of course, she didn’t think he was actually foolish enough to not know his own axe when he saw it. She was just hoping he’d give her a wrong answer so she’d have an excuse to drag him into the creek. The River Mothers did tend to frown on just snatching people willy-nilly. That kind of thing got the wrong kind of attention these days. You had to have a reason if you were going to grab a human, and arbitrarily punishing some randomly perceived vice was just enough of an excuse to satisfy general inquiries.

But of course, the woodcutter knew his own axe, and even though the steel tool looked like a little bit of an upgrade from his own model, he wasn’t gullible enough to think it was being offered for free. So he kept well away from the edge of the bank -- which was, of course, just as much to keep out of reach of the increasingly irritated nymph -- and as politely as he could manage while being tired, frustrated, and very very suspicious, told the watery creature that this was not his axe either. At this point he was considering just trying to find some reasonably sharp rocks and some twine and a good stout stick to fashion a new axe. It had to be safer than this, and more affordable than refinancing his cottage to buy a new axe.

“Oh applesauce!” the nymph growled, and splashed back down into the creek with very poor grace. Three times asked and three times answered, that’s the rule. He’d told the truth three different times and she really didn’t have an excuse to eat him now. Of course, she didn’t have to bring back his actual axe, not if she didn’t want to, but tadpoles are tattle-tales, and sooner or later word would get to one of the River Mothers about this. It was probably better to just send the human on his way in the long run.

The woodcutter stood in the mud with that bewildering sensation of having escaped something by the skin of your teeth and wondered if the nymph would even be able to grab the axe, what with it being iron and all. Sure enough, when she exploded out of the water again, she was gripping the wooden handle between thumb and finger, grimacing horribly.

“Ewwww take it take it take it!” she shook the axe in his direction. “Take ‘em all and get out of here, would you, chum?” She was in a bad enough mood as it was, having failed to trick a human into being greedy and grabbing for the most valuable axes. Carrying around stinging iron, as you might imagine, did not do anything to improve her attitude. Neither did the welts it raised on her hands.

The nymph retreated to the water, submerging everything but the top of her head so that she could glare intimidatingly at the woodcutter, who just stared back.

“Okay, thanks for the axes,” he shrugged.

The money he got for the silver and gold axes in the village proved enough to pay off his mortgage and possibly a few of the noblemen’s taxes, but at that point the woodcutter had decided he was probably better off joining his previous neighbors and moving into the territory of the Farmer King. Apparently the Good Neighbors of that kingdom were more concerned with protecting humans’ businesses and homes from disaster in exchange for some annual fees than tricking them into strange games that probably ended in death. He decided he’d take his chances with them.

#let's be honest this isn't a fic prompt it's a whole short story #folklore friday #water nymph #she's kind of terrible i love her #fic prompts #writing prompts #fairytales #this is part of my NaNoWriMo collection #original stories #original work #totally did not mean to make a state farm reference at the end but i'm delighted it happened

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dfroza · 4 years ago

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Today’s reading from the ancient books of Proverbs and Psalms

for monday, April 19 of 2021 with Proverbs 19 and Psalm 19, accompanied by Psalm 31 for the 31st day of Spring and Psalm 109 for day 109 of the year

[Proverbs 19]

[Wisdom Exalted]

It’s better to be honest, even if it leads to poverty,

than to live as a dishonest fool.

The best way to live is with revelation-knowledge,

for without it, you’ll grow impatient and run right into error.

There are some people who ruin their own lives

and then blame it all on God.

Being wealthy means having lots of “friends,”

but the poor can’t keep the ones they have.

Perjury won’t go unpunished,

and liars will get all that they deserve.

Everyone wants to be close to the rich and famous,

but a generous person has all the friends he wants!

When a man is poor, even his family has no use for him.

How much more will his “friends” avoid him—

for though he begs for help, they won’t respond.

Do yourself a favor and love wisdom.

Learn all you can,

then watch your life flourish and prosper!

Tell lies and you’re going to get caught,

and the habitual liar is doomed.

It doesn’t seem right when you see a fool

living in the lap of luxury

or a prideful servant ruling over princes.

An understanding person demonstrates patience,

for mercy means holding your tongue.

When you are insulted,

be quick to forgive and forget it,

for you are virtuous when you overlook an offense.

The rage of a king is like the roar of a lion,

but his sweet favor is like a gentle, refreshing rain.

A rebellious son breaks a father’s heart,

and a nagging wife can drive you crazy!

You can inherit houses and land from your parents,

but a good wife only comes as a gracious gift from God!

Go ahead—be lazy and passive.

But you’ll go hungry if you live that way.

Honor God’s holy instructions

and life will go well for you.

But if you despise his ways and choose your own plans,

you will die.

Every time you give to the poor you make a loan to the Lord.

Don’t worry—you’ll be repaid in full for all the good you’ve done.

Don’t be afraid to discipline your children

while they’re still young enough to learn.

Don’t indulge your children or be swayed by their protests.

A hot-tempered man has to pay the price for his anger.

If you bail him out once,

you’ll do it a dozen times.

Listen well to wise counsel

and be willing to learn from correction

so that by the end of your life

you’ll be known for your wisdom.

A person may have many ideas concerning God’s plan for his life,

but only the designs of God’s purpose will succeed in the end.

A man is charming when he displays tender mercies to others.

And a lover of God who is poor and promises nothing

is better than a rich liar who never keeps his promises.

When you live a life of abandoned love,

surrendered before the awe of God,

here’s what you’ll experience:

Abundant life. Continual protection.

And complete satisfaction!

There are some people who pretend they’re hurt—

deadbeats who won’t even work to feed themselves.

If you punish the insolent who don’t know any better,

they will learn not to mock.

But if you correct a wise man,

he will grow even wiser.

Children who mistreat their parents

are an embarrassment to their family and a public disgrace.

So listen, my child.

Don’t reject correction

or you will certainly wander from the ways of truth.

A corrupt witness makes a mockery of justice,

for the wicked never play by the rules.

Judgment is waiting for those who mock the truth,

and foolish living invites a beating.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 19 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 19]

For the worship leader. A song of David.

The celestial realms announce God’s glory;

the skies testify of His hands’ great work.

Each day pours out more of their sayings;

each night, more to hear and more to learn.

Inaudible words are their manner of speech,

and silence, their means to convey.

Yet from here to the ends of the earth, their voices have gone out;

the whole world can hear what they say.

God stretched out in these heavens a tent for the sun,

And the sun is like a groom

who, after leaving his room, arrives at the wedding in splendor;

He is the strong runner

who, favored to win in his race, is eager to face his challenge.

He rises at one end of the skies

and runs in an arc overhead;

nothing can hide from his heat, from the swelter of his daily tread.

The Eternal’s law is perfect,

turning lives around.

His words are reliable and true,

instilling wisdom to open minds.

The Eternal’s directions are correct,

giving satisfaction to the heart.

God’s commandments are clear,

lending clarity to the eyes.

The awe of the Eternal is clean,

sustaining for all of eternity.

The Eternal’s decisions are sound;

they are right through and through.

They are worth more than gold—

even more than abundant, pure gold.

They are sweeter to the tongue than honey

or the drippings of the honeycomb.

In addition to all that has been said,

Your servant will find, hidden in Your commandments, both a strong warning

and a great reward for keeping them.

Who could possibly know all that he has done wrong?

Forgive my hidden and unknown faults.

As I am Your servant, protect me from my bent toward pride,

and keep sin from ruling my life.

If You do this, I will be without blame,

innocent of the great breach.

May the words that come out of my mouth and the musings of my heart

meet with Your gracious approval,

O Eternal, my Rock,

O Eternal, my Redeemer.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 19 (The Voice)

[Psalm 31]

For the worship leader. A song of David.

You are my shelter, O Eternal One—my soul’s sanctuary!

Shield me from shame;

rescue me by Your righteousness.

Hear me, Lord! Turn Your ear in my direction.

Come quick! Save me!

Be my rock, my shelter,

my fortress of salvation!

You are my rock and my fortress—my soul’s sanctuary!

Therefore, for the sake of Your reputation, be my leader, my guide, my navigator, my commander.

Save me from the snare that has been secretly set out for me,

for You are my protection.

I entrust my spirit into Your hands.

You have redeemed me, O Eternal, God of faithfulness and truth.

I despise the people who pay respect to breathless idols,

and I trust only in You, Eternal One.

I will gladly rejoice because of Your gracious love

because You recognized the sadness of my affliction.

You felt deep compassion when You saw the pains of my soul.

You did not hand me over to the enemy,

but instead, You liberated me

and made me secure in a good and spacious land.

Show me Your grace, Eternal One, for I am in a tight spot.

My eyes are aching with grief;

my body and soul are withering with miseries.

My life is devoured by sorrow,

and my years are haunted with mourning.

My sin has sapped me of all my strength;

my body withers under the weight of this suffering.

To all my enemies I am an object of scorn.

My neighbors especially are ashamed of me.

My friends are afraid to be seen with me.

When I walk down the street, people go out of their way to avoid me.

I am as good as dead to them. Forgotten!

Like a shattered clay pot, I am easily discarded and gladly replaced.

For I hear their whispered plans;

terror is everywhere!

They conspire together,

planning, plotting, scheming to take my life.

But I pour my trust into You, Eternal One.

I’m glad to say, “You are my God!”

I give the moments of my life over to You, Eternal One.

Rescue me from those who hate me and who hound me with their threats.

Look toward me, and let Your face shine down upon Your servant.

Because of Your gracious love, save me!

Spare me shame, O Eternal One,

for I turn and call to You.

Instead, let those who hate me be shamed;

let death’s silence claim them.

Seal their lying lips forever,

for with pride and contempt boiling in their hearts,

they speak boldly against the righteous and persecute those who poured their trust into You.

Your overflowing goodness

You have kept for those who live in awe of You,

And You share Your goodness with those who make You their sanctuary.

You hide them, You shelter them in Your presence,

safe from the conspiracies of sinful men.

You keep them in Your tent,

safe from the slander of accusing tongues.

Bless the Eternal!

For He has revealed His gracious love to me

when I was trapped like a city under siege.

I began to panic so I yelled out,

“I’m cut off. You no longer see me!”

But You heard my cry for help that day

when I called out to You.

Love the Eternal, all of you, His faithful people!

He protects those who are true to Him,

but He pays back the proud in kind.

Be strong, and live courageously,

all of you who set your hope in the Eternal!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 31 (The Voice)

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If I present it as trees that make your muscles grow, my son is like, ‘I’m down with getting muscles.’ – Jill Scott • I feel incredibly fortunate to have had the level of success I’ve had. I was just writing stories for my own sons. – Rick Riordan • I gave birth to my first son in April 1986. I thought it would be a good goal to get back in shape after having a baby if I ran the New York City Marathon. I ran in it November 1986. 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I know that He is my way out and my way in. He’s my way out of all this havoc and my way into paradise. He suffered for me and for everybody listening. God loves us so much. He tried a lot of things to get our attention. He tried a lot of things to get us back to Him. So He said, “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to make it real simple for you. I’m going to send my Son. He’s going to take on all your iniquities and all your sins. He’s gonna die in your place so you can have everlasting life. All you’ve got to do is accept that. – Smokey Robinson • I listen to music every day and that is a fact. My son pointed out the other day that there’s not a day that goes by without him listening to music in our house. I’m still an avid punter when it comes to either checking out bands or buying new music. – Jazzie B • I look and there’s our boy from Vietnam and our daughter from Ethiopia, and our girl was born in Namibia, and our son is from Cambodia, and they’re brothers and sisters, man. 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Like when I took my son and his friends to see Napoleon Dynamite last year, we spent the next six weeks trying to explain it. – Robert Downey, Jr. • I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. – John Adams • I named my new son James Joseph Brown II. I think he’s going to be a lot better than I was. – James Brown • I never saw my dad cry. My son saw me cry. My dad never told me he loved me, and consequently I told Scott I loved him every other minute. The point is, I’ll make less mistakes than my dad, my sons hopefully will make less mistakes than me, and their sons will make less mistakes than their dads. – James Caan • I often think about how my sons will come to know about September 11th. Something overheard? A newspaper image? In school? I would prefer that they learn about it from my wife and me, in a deliberate and safe way. But it’s hard to imagine ever feeling ready to broach the subject without some impetus. – Jonathan Safran Foer • I panicked when my son, Jett, stopped eating baby food. He’s only two but his food vocabulary is fantastic. He likes my baked tilapia and string beans with chopped garlic. But he really likes pizza. Sometimes every inanimate object to him is pizza. – Jill Scott • I really discovered I had thyroid disease by accident. My son was having some health concerns, and as I filled out his patient history I noticed I had a lot of similar symptoms. I mentioned it to the doctor, and he ran blood work and finally an ultrasound of my thyroid. – Kim Alexis • I remember when I came home from the hospital after having my son, I wore a Narciso Rodriguez black coat. Then, I was using this fragrance that I had created. I walk by that coat, and it still smells like that fragrance. 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My son has aunties and uncles around all the time, and my husband is my hero. He’s really full-on. I couldn’t do it any other way. – Alanis Morissette • I think these last 10 years have seen just a huge shift in the psyche of this country as regards gay people. I think AIDS had a lot to do with it. So many families who really believed they’d ‘never met one’ were suddenly confronted with their sons becoming ill, and friends of sons. I think that brought a lot of it into the open. – Janis Ian • I took my son’s name. I didn’t take my husband’s name. – Elizabeth Edwards • I truly have a village supporting me. My son has godmothers, godfathers, grandparents and so many others in his life who love him as much as I do. They’re there for both of us. I may not have a mate or husband, but I’m definitely not a single parent. – Jill Scott • I wanted to be a mechanic. When I was 14 I wanted to quit school and go work on my car. But my dad said Son, you shouldn’t do that. You should stay in school until your education is finished, and when you’re done, don’t make your hobby your job. – Eric Bana • I was 23 years old. It was a wild time. I was covering everything that blew up – blackouts, Studio 54, son of Sam killer, and all of that stuff. – John Tesh • I was a sort of son to Ike, and it was the other way round with Kennedy. – Harold MacMillan • I was born and trained to communicate music, just as the sons were born and trained to hunt, and I was lucky to have grown up in Hungary, a country that lives and breathes music-that has a passionate belief in the power of music as a celebration of life. – Georg Solti • I was terrified the first time that I had a big problem in my business. I was obviously terrified when they diagnosed me with cancer in 1994. I was terrified when my son used to drive too fast. But I do believe in the fact that fear is not an option, so I always try to face it and not be afraid. – Diane von Furstenberg • I work at home, in the country, and days will go by when, except for my husband and son and the occasional UPS man, the only sentient creatures that see me are my chickens and turkeys. – Susan Orlean • I would as soon leave my son a curse as the almighty dollar. – Andrew Carnegie • I would like to be on the farm. To ride the horses. To watch the cattle, and the plantations, and the beautiful vegetables that my sons are growing there. I would like it. I am one of those who do not have to worry about what I am doing later. I love the fields. – Ariel Sharon • I’d been a housewife and mother to our son Thomas Jefferson, and I was looking for a new career. 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Something beautiful will come, the clouds will part for the sun, the skies will break for the Son, and the Father will say ‘Well done.’ But until then, until then, you’re not alone. He can make bread from stone. Hold on to Him, and He’ll hold on to you. Take one day at a time, pray for faith and be kind, and when forgetful becomes your mind, remember what He said, ‘You are mine.’ – Nick Vujicic • 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 • I’m a smart girl. There are decisions that I make for reasons, and the most important thing is that my son is happy and he always will be. He’s surrounded by love. – Christina Aguilera • I’m a strange mixture of my mother’s curiosity; my father, who grew up the son of the manse in a Presbyterian family, who had a tremendous sense of duty and responsibility; and my mother’s father, who was always in trouble with gambling debts. – Rupert Murdoch • I’m convinced that Sanford and Son shows middle-class America a lot of what they need to know. – Redd Foxx • I’m just one of many moms who will say an extra prayer each night for our sons and daughters going into harm’s way. – Sarah Palin • I’m not an analyzer. I’ve got a son that analyzes everything and everybody. But I don’t analyze people. – Billy Graham • I’m so centered in feeling great about me that I can give great things to my son and my husband and my family. – Celine Dion • In Korea, it’s a tradition to inherit your father’s business. Unfortunately, I’m the only son in the entire family, so they were forcing too much. – PSY • In this movie, you have all the things you love from Tim. All the magic and the whimsy and the surreal, but he also has a fantastic story of a father and son that really gets under your skin. – Danny DeVito • It has never made any sense to argue that, unique among the people of the world, Arabs are more concerned on a day-to-day basis about the treatment of people they don’t know than they are about how they’re going to put food on their own tables, or whether their sons will ever find a job. – John Podhoretz • It is funny the two things most men are proudest of is the thing that any man can do and doing does in the same way, that is being drunk and being the father of their son. – Gertrude Stein • It is no secret that I believe my son, Attorney General Beau Biden, would make a great United States senator – just as I believe he has been a great attorney general. But Beau has made it clear from the moment he entered public life, that any office he sought, he would earn on his own. – Joe Biden • It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons. – Friedrich Schiller • It is what the poets of Ireland used to be saying, that every brave man, good at fighting, and every man that could do great deeds and not be making much talk about them, was of the Sons of the Gael; and that every skilled man that had music and that did enchantments secretly, was of the Tuatha de Danaan. – Lady Gregory • It was at Inver Slane, to the north of Leinster, the sons of Gaedhal of the Shining Armour, the Very Gentle, that were called afterwards the Sons of the Gael, made their first attempt to land in Ireland to avenge Ith, one of their race that had come there one time and had met with his death. – Lady Gregory • It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, ‘Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.’ – Sam Levenson • It’s hard to kill that father-son bond. – Adam Driver • It’s much worse to read criticism about your son than yourself. – George H. W. Bush • It’s particularly important as parents in our conversations with our daughters and our sons to consider ideas intimate justice when we talk about and set them going on their early formative experience. – Peggy Orenstein • I’ve been very, very lucky in my career, in my life – from day one. When aspiring directors say, ‘what’s your advice?’ first I say, ‘be born the son of a famous director. It’s invaluable.’ – Jason Reitman • I’ve lost touch with a lot of that boutique-type music just because of my age, and raising my son and the multiple jobs I have at this point. – Liz Phair • I’ve started looking at my own father a bit funny. He assures me, though, that I really am the son of a Scottish postman. – Craig Ferguson • I’ve taken salsa classes. I love dancing and I love to karaoke. So I bought a microphone with some tapes and my son and I karaoke. I know the entire ‘Dora the Explorer’ soundtrack. – Sherri Shepherd • Joanna points her camera at a section of society unused to having cameras pointed at it. But I don’t know about categorising them in terms of class; I’m a bit wary of that. My dad is the son of a shipbuilder. – Tom Hiddleston • Let France have good mothers, and she will have good sons. – Napoleon Bonaparte • Losing hope means ceasing to love my son and my girlfriend and many friends and people around the world. We in Iraq have not descended from another planet. Just as people in many other countries have gotten over the tragedy of war, Iraq will get over its ordeal. I’m talking about the essence of humanity. Hope is mixed into the blood of every human being, everywhere and in every time. – Hassan Blasim • Make no mistake: Bob Ritchie’s up early in the morning taking pictures of his son on the first day of his senior year. Kid Rock is passed out in a hotel room somewhere with four scantily-clad women. – Kid Rock • Mom put a note in my lunch again, I see… Dear son, I hope you will study hard in summer school… Do not look upon it as a punishment, but rather as a privilege… We are very proud of you, and want you to have a good education. This note will self-destruct in five seconds. – Charles M. Schulz • Mom spent the time that she was supposed to be a kid actully raising children, her younger brother and younger sister. She was tough as nails and did not suffer fools at all. And the truth was she could not afford to. She spoke the truth, bluntly, directly, and without much varnish. I am her son. – Chris Christie • More than anything, it’s my son’s smile and love that makes me light up! – Amber Valletta • Most people define themselves by what they do – ‘I’m a musician.’ Then one day it occurred to me that I’m only a musician when I’m playing music – or writing music, or talking about music. I don’t do that 24 hours a day. I’m also a father, a son, a husband, a citizen – I mean, when I go to vote, I’m not thinking of myself as ‘a musician.’ – Herbie Hancock • Mumford & Sons’ music appeals to a lot of America. I’m really proud of them. – Ellie Goulding • My affection for Taiwan… is witnessed by everyone. My wife is Taiwanese and I am a son-in-law of Taiwan. I am half Taiwanese. – Jackie Chan • My book ‘Trust Your Heart’, which is the story of my life, will be followed by ‘Singing Lessons’, a memoir of love, loss, hope, and healing, which talks about the death of my son and the hope that has been the aftermath of the healing from that tragedy. – Judy Collins • My father was against the death penalty, and that was hard in the Son of Sam summer when fear was driving the desire for the death penalty. – Andrew Cuomo • My father was the son of immigrants, and he grew up bilingual, but English is what my father taught me and what he spoke to me. America’s strength is not our diversity; it is our ability to unite around common principles even when we come from different backgrounds. – Ernest Istook • ‘My Father’s Eyes’ is very personal. I realized that the closest I ever came to looking in my father’s eyes was when I looked into my son’s eyes. – Eric Clapton • My first name, Benjamin, dates back a thousand years earlier to Benjamin – Binyamin – the son of Jacob, who was also known as Israel. Jacob and his 12 sons roamed these same hills of Judea and Samaria 4,000 years ago, and there’s been a continuous Jewish presence in the land ever since. – Benjamin Netanyahu • My mother had a son from previous marriage and her husband died in Second World War. – Mikhail Baryshnikov • My NFL pension can barely pay my son’s tuition. You know, it’s very little money. – O. J. Simpson • My number one goal is to love, support and be there for my son. – Farrah Fawcett • My priority is my son and my husband, and I have a lot of spinning plates, so I try to make sure they’re not one of them. – Sherri Shepherd • My son Barry, of course, has been on from the beginning. And his son Shane is playing now a med student regularly on the show. And at one point or another, I’ve had all four of his kids on the show. – Dick Van Dyke • My son complains about headaches. I tell him all the time, when you get out of bed, it’s feet first! – Henny Youngman • My son doesn’t know how flawed I am, how flawed we are. He still likes us so much, and that’s so incredible to be around. – Sarah Jessica Parker • My son had toyed with the idea of writing and trying to write a little bit, so that kind of gave me the bug to write also. – George Strait • My son is actually named after Beck, the musician. We heard Beck on the radio and thought that was a good nickname for a child. We named our son Beckett so we could call him Beck – we reverse engineered. And then after he was born and I saw the name on the birth certificate I realized Beckett was a really pretentious name, way too literary. Luckily he’s grown into it. We nearly named my second son Dashiell. Can you imagine? Beckett and Dashiell. It would have been a disaster of pretentiousness. – Lauren Groff • My son is healthy and happy, so that’s all that matters to me. – Christina Aguilera • My son is so fortunate, you know. He’s always going to have food. Yes, my children are going to be privileged, but that’s why it’s so important for them to see different realities and to travel, and they do already. – Gisele Bundchen • My son is trying to be a sports writer, and my daughter is a college student. She wants to be a comedy writer, and she’s at film school. I discouraged both of them early on from getting involved in Starbucks. I didn’t think it would be fair; plus, they didn’t have any interest anyway. – Howard Schultz • My son loves the Hotel du Cap, in the south of France. – Diane von Furstenberg • My son was diagnosed with autism. He’s OK, he makes eye contact, but he doesn’t talk. He needs eight hours a day of very intensive school, and you wouldn’t even believe me if I told you how much it costs. – Steve Earle • My son, George, has been a bad, bad boy! Right, George? – Barbara Bush • My son, Jett, is two, and when I was pregnant my nose got bigger, so I got a new one. Everything was bigger for a while after having Jet, but I knew I needed to be able to walk up my stairs without being winded. It took me two years to lose 60 lbs – lots of walking, bike-riding, kick-boxing and performing. – Jill Scott • My son, Wolfgang, plays drums, guitars and bass. – Eddie Van Halen

• My younger son, Cordell, aka Lil Snoop, loves me like a fan loves Snoop Dogg. He’s inspired by making me happy. My older son, Corde, aka Spank, does everything I say, with effort and determination – but he does it for himself. He gets his thrill out of seeing his own results on the football field. – Snoop Dogg • Never cease loving a person, and never give up hope for him, for even the prodigal son who had fallen most low, could still be saved; the bitterest enemy and also he who was your friend could again be your friend; love that has grown cold can kindle. – Soren Kierkegaard • Never fret for an only son, the idea of failure will never occur to him. – George Bernard Shaw • No love is greater than that of a father for His son. – Dan Brown • No matter where I go or what title I may achieve, I will always be the son of exiles. – Marco Rubio • No mother would ever willingly sacrifice her sons for territorial gain, for economic advantage, for ideology. – Ronald Reagan • Oh, there’s all these rumors that I’m a lesbian. I have a boyfriend now, Brandon Blackstock; my manager Narvel’s son, Reba McEntire’s stepson. – Kelly Clarkson • One father is enough to govern one hundred sons, but not a hundred sons one father. – George Herbert • One night I went over to get some dope from some Hollywood tough guy. After I left, my son Scott, who was only fifteen, went over with a baseball bat to kill him. I was laughing out of one eye and crying out of the other. I thought, Who am I kidding? – James Caan • Our most bitter enemies are our own kith and kin. Kings have no brothers, no sons, no mother! – Honore de Balzac • Perhaps because my relationship with my father went through such a long, bumpy time, it’s been very important for me to work to try to keep lines of communication open between my sons and myself to try to avoid my father’s mistakes. At least if you’re making mistakes, make different mistakes. – Salman Rushdie • ‘Project Runway’ was my guilty pleasure while my son was napping or nursing. – Debra Messing • Racism isn’t born, folks, it’s taught. I have a two-year-old son. You know what he hates? Naps! End of list. – Denis Leary • Sin! Sin! Thou art a hateful and horrible thing, that abominable thing which God hates. And what wonder? Thou hast insulted His holy majesty; thou hast bereaved Him of beloved children; thou hast crucified the Son of His infinite love; thou hast vexed His gracious Spirit; thou hast defied His power; thou hast despised His grace; and in the body and blood of Jesus, as if that were a common thing, thou hast trodden under foot His matchless mercy. Surely, brethren, the wonder of wonders is, that sin is not that abominable thing which we also hate. – Thomas Guthrie • Since the beginning, a woman’s first and most important role has been ushering into mortality spirit sons and daughters of our Father in Heaven. – Ezra Taft Benson • Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars. – Victor Hugo • Son, we’d like to keep you around this season but we’re going to try and win a pennant. – Casey Stengel • Sons have always a rebellious wish to be disillusioned by that which charmed their fathers. – Aldous Huxley • Spiritual identity means we are not what we do or what people say about us. And we are not what we have. We are the beloved daughters and sons of God. – Henri Nouwen • That business we started with 10 people has now grown into a great American success story. Some of the companies we helped start are names you know. An office supply company called Staples – where I’m pleased to see the Obama campaign has been shopping; The Sports Authority, which became a favorite of my sons. We started an early childhood learning center called Bright Horizons that First Lady Michelle Obama rightly praised. At a time when nobody thought we’d ever see a new steel mill built in America, we took a chance and built one in a corn field in Indiana. – Mitt Romney • That strong mother doesn’t tell her cub, Son, stay weak so the wolves can get you. She says, Toughen up, this is reality we are living in. – Lauryn Hill • The biggest thrill a ballplayer can have is when your son takes after you. That happened when my Bobby was in his championship Little League game. He really showed me something. Struck out three times. Made an error that lost the game. Parents were throwing things at our car and swearing at us as we drove off. Gosh, I was proud. – Bob Uecker • The conundrum that I face on a daily basis is that I have two sons who have grown up watching ‘The Simpsons,’ so they know exactly what buttons to push. They know how Bart irritates Homer, and they use these lines against me to tell me that I’m not funny anymore. – Matt Groening • The coolest gift I’ve ever gotten from a fan was from the Franklin Mint. It was a knife, and it had a picture of General Wade Hampton, who my oldest son is named after. It’s a collector’s item and came with a case and a stand and everything. – Josh Turner • The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother’s always a Democrat. – Robert Frost • The father who does not teach his son his duties is equally guilty with the son who neglects them. – Confucius • The first step, my son, which one makes in the world, is the one on which depends the rest of our days. – Voltaire • The greatest gift that Oxford gives her sons is, I truly believe, a genial irreverence toward learning, and from that irreverence love may spring. – Robertson Davies • The monarchy that I hand over to my son is not going to be the same one that I have inherited. – Abdallah II • The most common trait of all primitive peoples is a reverence for the life-giving earth, and the Native American shared this elemental ethic: The land was alive to his loving touch, and he, its son, was brother to all creatures. – Stewart Udall • The only man who has stolen my heart is my son. – Sandra Bullock • The Seventh Day Adventist Church believes that it was specially chosen by God to prepare the world for the Second Coming of His Son Jesus. – Luke Ford • The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory. – George Eliot • The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one. – John Dryden • The worst waste of breath, next to playing a saxophone, is advising a son – Kin Hubbard • There’s no political point worth my son’s life. – Joe Biden • Though I am not imperial, and though Elizabeth may not deserve it, the Queen of England will easily deserve to have an emperor’s son to marry. – Elizabeth I • To the families of special needs children all across this country I have a message for you: for years you have sought to make America a more welcoming place for your sons and daughters, and I pledge to you that if we’re elected, you will have a friend, an advocate, in The White House. – Sarah Palin • Today, Arizona’s sons and daughters, mothers and fathers are proudly serving their country. – Jane D. Hull • We glorify the Holy Ghost together with the Father and the Son, from the conviction that He is not separated from the Divine Nature; for that which is foreign by nature does not share in the same honors. – Saint Basil • We often don’t think of them, we think of the great wars and the great battles, but what about losing a son or a daughter, or a girl losing her husband or vice versa? I think of the people who never got the chance to have the opportunities I had. – Tony Curtis • We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so. – Alexander Pope • Well the beauty of ‘Iyanla: Fix My Life’ is that men are in every show. To our surprise, some of the deepest healing demonstrations have been with the men – the sons, the fathers, the husbands – because they agree to participate with the wife or the daughter or whatever it is we are looking at, and it is there. – Iyanla Vanzant • We’re all sons and daughters of God, and therefore in a very literal sense, brothers and sisters. And we ought to treat each other that way. – Gordon B. Hinckley • We’ve begun to raise daughters more like sons… but few have the courage to raise our sons more like our daughters. – Gloria Steinem • What I did was take the Jesus of the Gospels, the Son of God, the Son of the Virgin Mary, and sought to make Him utterly believable, a vital breathing character. – Anne Rice • What I wish is that people would look beyond the tribbles and see I’ve written some other books that I really would like people to notice. There’s The Man Who Folded Himself, there’s The Martian Child, which is about my son and the adoption. There’s The War Against The Chtorr, which is my magnum opus, my great epic story. – David Gerrold • What was silent in the father speaks in the son, and often I found in the son the unveiled secret of the father. – Friedrich Nietzsche • What with making their way and enjoying what they have won, heroes have no time to think. But the sons of heroes – ah, they have all the necessary leisure. – Aldous Huxley • When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry. – William Shakespeare • When I auditioned for my high school band the band director was excited because my father was known to be a great musician. When he heard me, he said ‘Are you sure you’re Ellis’s son?’ – Wynton Marsalis • When I hear Mitt Romney say that he believes that Jesus is the Son of God, that He’s the Christ, raised from the dead, that He’s his savior – that’s good enough for me. – Joel Osteen • When I started, with films like ‘The Bay Boy’ and ‘Stand by Me’, I look back on those interviews and I’m amazed; there’s no mention of my father; it’s not even ‘son of Donald Sutherland.’ I caught a bit of a break in that it never felt like a weight to me. – Kiefer Sutherland • When I was working a lot, I felt guilty as a parent. I couldn’t pick up my son every day from school, bake him cookies and that kind of thing. – Barbra Streisand • When my son was born, and after a day of lying-in I was told that I could leave the hospital and take him home, I burst into tears. It wasn’t the emotion of the moment: it was shock and horror. – Susan Orlean • When we adopt—and when we encourage a culture of adoption in our churches and communities—we’re picturing something that’s true about our God. We, like Jesus, see what our Father is doing and do likewise (John 5:19). And what our Father is doing, it turns out, is fighting for orphans, making them sons and daughters. – Russell D. Moore • When you become an instrument in God’s hands as He transfers someone from the realm of darkness into the kingdom of His Son, you make a difference in the person’s eternal destiny. Not only that, but Satan also receives a devastating blow. – Charles Stanley • With a goose-quill and a few sheets of paper, I mock myself of the universe. They say I am the son of a courtesan; it may be so, but I have the heart of a King. I live free, I enjoy myself, I can call myself happy. – Pietro Aretino • With sons and fathers, there’s an inexplicable connection and imprint that your father leaves on you. – Brad Pitt • Without a doubt, Ozzy is the craziest person I’ve ever met. Son of Sam is a close second. – Geezer Butler • Women and LBGT people have the advantage that they are everybody’s son, daughter, cousin, nephew, aunt, uncle. They are in a position to change hearts, and you saw it happen actually. African-Americans, not so much. They are separated from the white oppressive population by geography, housing, segregation, centuries of slavery. There is a tremendous wall between black America and white. I would say you open the door with the force of law, and then you can start to change hearts. – Linda Hirshman • You can love someone like your son, even if he’s not your biological son, and you can love someone like your father, even if he’s not your biological father. – Oliver Hudson • 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. – Wally Schirra • You know what has made me the happiest I’ve ever been? Seeing my son and daughter graduate from college. More than wanting them to be educated, I wanted them to be nice people. To see that they have become both is just a wonderful thing. – Gil Scott-Heron • You must be afraid, my son. That is how one becomes an honest citizen. – Jean-Paul Sartre • Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love, but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday. – Khalil Gibran • Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you. – Khalil Gibran • Your son at five is your master, at ten your slave, at fifteen your double, and after that, your friend or foe, depending on his bringing up. – Hasdai ibn Shaprut • Your sons weren’t made to like you. That’s what grandchildren are for. – Jane Smiley

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[clickbank-storefront-bestselling] • Chaplin was notoriously strict with his sons and rarely gave them spending money. – Gene Tierney • Children make the best measurements of time. It is only when I see the son or daughter of a friend or relative over periods of time, do I realize how much time has passed based on how much they’ve grown. – Suzy Kassem • Do I want to be a hero to my son? No. I would like to be a very real human being. That’s hard enough. – Robert Downey, Jr. • Don’t hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them. – Evelyn Waugh • Economists report that a college education adds many thousands of dollars to a man’s lifetime income – which he then spends sending his son to college. – Bill Vaughan • Every man is the son of his own works. – Miguel de Cervantes • Every mother hopes that her daughter will marry a better man than she did, and is convinced that her son will never find a wife as good as his father did. – Martin Andersen Nexø • Every public school in the country should have a nutrition-education curriculum. We’re creating a pilot program at my son’s school. We are looking to create a replicable model that can help bring good nutrition to all children. – Cat Cora • Father was the eldest son and the heir apparent, and he set the standard for being a Rockefeller very high, so every achievement was taken for granted and perfection was the norm. – David Rockefeller • Fathers and sons are much more considerate of one another than mothers and daughters. – Friedrich Nietzsche • Fifty percent of all meaningful education takes place in the home. What do you share with your child? You share your interests. I was a book person. I read with my son. My wife is an artist. She dragged his little butt around to museums. He’s an illustrator of children’s books. – Walter Dean Myers • Forgive, son; men are men; they needs must err. – Euripides • Frank Capra was a prop man, I think. John Ford was a prop man. It was a little bit of a father and son thing, and you kind of worked your way up. – Francis Ford Coppola • Freud was the son of a Jewish merchant who had to move his whole family to Vienna because he couldn’t get work. He, as a boy, had to watch his father be mocked and abused on the street for being Jewish… You develop a thick skin and you develop a certain kind of wit to defend yourself. – Viggo Mortensen • From Mary we learn to surrender to God’s Will in all things. From Mary we learn to trust even when all hope seems gone. From Mary we learn to love Christ her Son and the Son of God! – Pope John Paul II • From the sons of Ith, the first of the Gael to get his death in Ireland, there came in the after time Fathadh Canaan, that got the sway over the whole world from the rising to the setting sun, and that took hostages of the streams and the birds and the languages. – Lady Gregory • Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son. – John Dryden • Go on daddy-daughter dates and father-and-sons’ outings with your children. As a family, go on campouts and picnics, to ball games and recitals, to school programs, and so forth. Having Dad there makes all the difference. – Ezra Taft Benson • God had one son on earth without sin, but never one without suffering. – Saint Augustine • God the Father and God the Son cannot be everywhere present; indeed they cannot be even in two places at the same instant: but God the Holy Spirit is omnipresent – it extends through all space, with all other matter. – Orson Pratt • Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged. – Louisa May Alcott • How can my son not be straight after all I’ve said and done for him? – Rod Stewart • I am a lover. And with my kids I am even softer. I realize with my son, I have to sometimes be tough, especially now when he’s pushing boundaries. With my daughter, I can get a little stern with her and she pretty much will listen. – Jennifer Lopez • I am not virtuous. Our sons will be if we shed enough blood to give them the right to be. – Jean-Paul Sartre • I am stopping so I can be a full time father to my two young sons on a daily basis. – Phil Collins • I blend my green drink every morning. I also fix my son a full-on American breakfast with bacon and toast. – Liz Phair • I burn a lot of stuff. My son, bless his heart, eats it anyway. But he makes a face! – Sherri Shepherd • I can only hope to be 10 percent of the mom mine was to me. She encouraged me to be confident and enjoy life. That’s what I want for my son. – Charlize Theron • I come from no country, from no city, no tribe. I am the son of the road… all tongues and all prayers belong to me. But I belong to none of them. – Amin Maalouf • I did as much as I could in Vancouver. You can only play so many ex-‘Falcon Crest’ sons in so many movies of the week before you burn out. – Ryan Reynolds • I didn’t see my son the entire time I did ‘Dancing With the Stars.’ The only time I saw Jeffrey was when he came to the show Monday and Tuesday nights to watch me dance. You literally rehearse six to eight hours every single day – 40 to 50 hours a week. – Sherri Shepherd • I don’t believe Jesus was the son of God, although I’m inclined to think he might have been a great prophet. – Damian Lewis • I don’t want to force anything on anyone. I’m not trying to bust you over the head and make you buy this record or this song or whatever. I’m presenting it to you so you can take it in. You know, it’s like trying to force a kid to eat broccoli. If I present it as trees that make your muscles grow, my son is like, ‘I’m down with getting muscles.’ – Jill Scott • I feel incredibly fortunate to have had the level of success I’ve had. I was just writing stories for my own sons. – Rick Riordan • I gave birth to my first son in April 1986. I thought it would be a good goal to get back in shape after having a baby if I ran the New York City Marathon. I ran in it November 1986. I had just shot the ‘Sports Illustrated’ swimsuit issue, so I was in great shape. – Kim Alexis • I had forgotten how thrilling a snow day is until my son started school, and as much as he loves it, he swoons at the idea of a free day arriving unexpectedly, laid out like a gift. – Susan Orlean • I had the experience last year of directing my first feature while I had a 1-year-old son and while I was also pregnant, so I am now well aware of the difficulties women who are rearing children face when they’re also trying to make headway in mainstream of film. – Diablo Cody • I happen to have the benefit of having a son-in-law who was the former Mr. France and a trainer. I like being his benefactor and I like the way he works. – Suzanne Somers • I have hair that I audition with, my sitcom hair which is a curly wig. I have my long chic hair that I wear to my son’s school so they know I’m not playing around. I always tell people that my husband gets a different woman every night when I come home from ‘The View.’ Hair makes you feel a certain way, like putting a power suit on. – Sherri Shepherd • I have one son. Of everything I’ve done in my life, nothing matches the feeling of having life growing inside you. – Barbra Streisand • I have pictures of me sitting in the racquetball court in my pajamas with an acoustic guitar, and Wolfgang is probably just two-and-a-half-feet tall. I’ll never forget the day I saw his foot tapping along in beat! I knew then, I couldn’t wait for the day I’d be able to make music with my son. I don’t know what more I could ask for. – Eddie Van Halen • I have two lovely sons and some good memories, but I’ve had a rather tumultuous personal life. It hasn’t been dull; I’ve been the Hiroshima of love. – Sylvester Stallone • I have two sons, ages 23 and 25, and know that parents need to listen more and speak less. Young people today don’t always know what’s going on or how they fit in, and if someone walks up to them and says, ‘Hey, kid: If you listen to me I’ll give you power and a sense of purpose,’ it can hold tremendous appeal. – Christian Picciolini • I just want to be able to keep my house and pay for my son’s school tuition in Los Angeles. – Diablo Cody • I know children regress after vaccination because it happened to my own son. Why aren’t there any tests out there on the safety of how vaccines are administered in the real world, six at a time? Why have only two of the 36 shots our kids receive been looked at for their relationship to autism? – Jenny McCarthy • I know I did the right thing by taking time off to raise my son. But it also came at a price. I turned down many opportunities over the years because I didn’t want to leave him for long periods of time. And in Hollywood, as in any business, the calls stop coming when you don’t answer. – Arsenio Hall • I know what God did for me. I know that He is my way out and my way in. He’s my way out of all this havoc and my way into paradise. He suffered for me and for everybody listening. God loves us so much. He tried a lot of things to get our attention. He tried a lot of things to get us back to Him. So He said, “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to make it real simple for you. I’m going to send my Son. He’s going to take on all your iniquities and all your sins. He’s gonna die in your place so you can have everlasting life. All you’ve got to do is accept that. – Smokey Robinson • I listen to music every day and that is a fact. My son pointed out the other day that there’s not a day that goes by without him listening to music in our house. I’m still an avid punter when it comes to either checking out bands or buying new music. – Jazzie B • I look and there’s our boy from Vietnam and our daughter from Ethiopia, and our girl was born in Namibia, and our son is from Cambodia, and they’re brothers and sisters, man. They’re brothers and sisters and it’s a sight for elation. – Brad Pitt • I look at my sons’ little faces, and I want to be their superhero. I don’t want them to have to look outside to a third party for a hero, for someone to look up to and admire. I want that to be ME. I want that person to be MOMMY for them. – Lashinda Demus • I love my kids, and the moments I have with them, and it’s kind of weird, it’s such an age old cliche, but the way that my sons, the way they make me feel when I look at them, the way they say things, no one else would probably react to them, but it’s a special thing for me. – Michael Rapaport • I love my son and am proud of my son. – Robert H. Schuller • I love the comic opportunities that come up in the context of a father-son relationship. – Harrison Ford • I loved it, it’s such fun. I like that people are seeing it and then talking about it. Like when I took my son and his friends to see Napoleon Dynamite last year, we spent the next six weeks trying to explain it. – Robert Downey, Jr. • I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. – John Adams • I named my new son James Joseph Brown II. I think he’s going to be a lot better than I was. – James Brown • I never saw my dad cry. My son saw me cry. My dad never told me he loved me, and consequently I told Scott I loved him every other minute. The point is, I’ll make less mistakes than my dad, my sons hopefully will make less mistakes than me, and their sons will make less mistakes than their dads. – James Caan • I often think about how my sons will come to know about September 11th. Something overheard? A newspaper image? In school? I would prefer that they learn about it from my wife and me, in a deliberate and safe way. But it’s hard to imagine ever feeling ready to broach the subject without some impetus. – Jonathan Safran Foer • I panicked when my son, Jett, stopped eating baby food. He’s only two but his food vocabulary is fantastic. He likes my baked tilapia and string beans with chopped garlic. But he really likes pizza. Sometimes every inanimate object to him is pizza. – Jill Scott • I really discovered I had thyroid disease by accident. My son was having some health concerns, and as I filled out his patient history I noticed I had a lot of similar symptoms. I mentioned it to the doctor, and he ran blood work and finally an ultrasound of my thyroid. – Kim Alexis • I remember when I came home from the hospital after having my son, I wore a Narciso Rodriguez black coat. Then, I was using this fragrance that I had created. I walk by that coat, and it still smells like that fragrance. It takes you right there. – Sarah Jessica Parker • I saw this film Moon, it’s directed by Duncan Jones, David Bowie’s son. Sam Rockwell plays this astronaut that is stuck in a space station on the moon. You just have to see it. It’s easy to do something really cheesy with sci-fi, and to do something that’s already been done, but I think the story was something I hadn’t heard before, so it was really great. – Kelcey Ayer • I take some pride in… representing myself exactly how I would like to have my son remember me to his kids. – Robert Downey, Jr. • I think if you’re the son or daughter of successful actors and actresses, it’s a double pressure. More is expected of you. – Liam Neeson • I think I’m lucky that I had kids as spread out as much as I did, ’cause my son, my oldest, was born when I was 21. And my youngest is 15 now. He was born when I was 40, you know? – Tom Hanks • I think it’s irresponsible when celebrities imply they’re doing it all themselves. My son has aunties and uncles around all the time, and my husband is my hero. He’s really full-on. I couldn’t do it any other way. – Alanis Morissette • I think these last 10 years have seen just a huge shift in the psyche of this country as regards gay people. I think AIDS had a lot to do with it. So many families who really believed they’d ‘never met one’ were suddenly confronted with their sons becoming ill, and friends of sons. I think that brought a lot of it into the open. – Janis Ian • I took my son’s name. I didn’t take my husband’s name. – Elizabeth Edwards • I truly have a village supporting me. My son has godmothers, godfathers, grandparents and so many others in his life who love him as much as I do. They’re there for both of us. I may not have a mate or husband, but I’m definitely not a single parent. – Jill Scott • I wanted to be a mechanic. When I was 14 I wanted to quit school and go work on my car. But my dad said Son, you shouldn’t do that. You should stay in school until your education is finished, and when you’re done, don’t make your hobby your job. – Eric Bana • I was 23 years old. It was a wild time. I was covering everything that blew up – blackouts, Studio 54, son of Sam killer, and all of that stuff. – John Tesh • I was a sort of son to Ike, and it was the other way round with Kennedy. – Harold MacMillan • I was born and trained to communicate music, just as the sons were born and trained to hunt, and I was lucky to have grown up in Hungary, a country that lives and breathes music-that has a passionate belief in the power of music as a celebration of life. – Georg Solti • I was terrified the first time that I had a big problem in my business. I was obviously terrified when they diagnosed me with cancer in 1994. I was terrified when my son used to drive too fast. But I do believe in the fact that fear is not an option, so I always try to face it and not be afraid. – Diane von Furstenberg • I work at home, in the country, and days will go by when, except for my husband and son and the occasional UPS man, the only sentient creatures that see me are my chickens and turkeys. – Susan Orlean • I would as soon leave my son a curse as the almighty dollar. – Andrew Carnegie • I would like to be on the farm. To ride the horses. To watch the cattle, and the plantations, and the beautiful vegetables that my sons are growing there. I would like it. I am one of those who do not have to worry about what I am doing later. I love the fields. – Ariel Sharon • I’d been a housewife and mother to our son Thomas Jefferson, and I was looking for a new career. So when my agent called and said a producer named Paul Elliott from E&B productions, the biggest panto company in the country at the time, wanted to meet me I agreed. – Britt Ekland • I’d just rather have a really sharp, interesting, smart gay son than some big dumb hetero meathead. – Moby • If my kids came to me and said, ‘I’m gay,’ I’d say, ‘Son, I love you.’ That’s never at stake. Never, never, never at stake. – Kirk Cameron • If the relationship of father to son could really be reduced to biology, the whole earth would blaze with the glory of fathers and sons. – James A. Baldwin • If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. The world will be yours and everything in it, what’s more, you’ll be a man, my son. – Rudyard Kipling • If you’re feeling alone, and your weariness has grown, look up above, and thank God for His love. There’s nothing you can do, to change His love for you; hold on friend, it’s not the end. Something beautiful will come, the clouds will part for the sun, the skies will break for the Son, and the Father will say ‘Well done.’ But until then, until then, you’re not alone. He can make bread from stone. Hold on to Him, and He’ll hold on to you. Take one day at a time, pray for faith and be kind, and when forgetful becomes your mind, remember what He said, ‘You are mine.’ – Nick Vujicic • 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 • I’m a smart girl. There are decisions that I make for reasons, and the most important thing is that my son is happy and he always will be. He’s surrounded by love. – Christina Aguilera • I’m a strange mixture of my mother’s curiosity; my father, who grew up the son of the manse in a Presbyterian family, who had a tremendous sense of duty and responsibility; and my mother’s father, who was always in trouble with gambling debts. – Rupert Murdoch • I’m convinced that Sanford and Son shows middle-class America a lot of what they need to know. – Redd Foxx • I’m just one of many moms who will say an extra prayer each night for our sons and daughters going into harm’s way. – Sarah Palin • I’m not an analyzer. I’ve got a son that analyzes everything and everybody. But I don’t analyze people. – Billy Graham • I’m so centered in feeling great about me that I can give great things to my son and my husband and my family. – Celine Dion • In Korea, it’s a tradition to inherit your father’s business. Unfortunately, I’m the only son in the entire family, so they were forcing too much. – PSY • In this movie, you have all the things you love from Tim. All the magic and the whimsy and the surreal, but he also has a fantastic story of a father and son that really gets under your skin. – Danny DeVito • It has never made any sense to argue that, unique among the people of the world, Arabs are more concerned on a day-to-day basis about the treatment of people they don’t know than they are about how they’re going to put food on their own tables, or whether their sons will ever find a job. – John Podhoretz • It is funny the two things most men are proudest of is the thing that any man can do and doing does in the same way, that is being drunk and being the father of their son. – Gertrude Stein • It is no secret that I believe my son, Attorney General Beau Biden, would make a great United States senator – just as I believe he has been a great attorney general. But Beau has made it clear from the moment he entered public life, that any office he sought, he would earn on his own. – Joe Biden • It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons. – Friedrich Schiller • It is what the poets of Ireland used to be saying, that every brave man, good at fighting, and every man that could do great deeds and not be making much talk about them, was of the Sons of the Gael; and that every skilled man that had music and that did enchantments secretly, was of the Tuatha de Danaan. – Lady Gregory • It was at Inver Slane, to the north of Leinster, the sons of Gaedhal of the Shining Armour, the Very Gentle, that were called afterwards the Sons of the Gael, made their first attempt to land in Ireland to avenge Ith, one of their race that had come there one time and had met with his death. – Lady Gregory • It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, ‘Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.’ – Sam Levenson • It’s hard to kill that father-son bond. – Adam Driver • It’s much worse to read criticism about your son than yourself. – George H. W. Bush • It’s particularly important as parents in our conversations with our daughters and our sons to consider ideas intimate justice when we talk about and set them going on their early formative experience. – Peggy Orenstein • I’ve been very, very lucky in my career, in my life – from day one. When aspiring directors say, ‘what’s your advice?’ first I say, ‘be born the son of a famous director. It’s invaluable.’ – Jason Reitman • I’ve lost touch with a lot of that boutique-type music just because of my age, and raising my son and the multiple jobs I have at this point. – Liz Phair • I’ve started looking at my own father a bit funny. He assures me, though, that I really am the son of a Scottish postman. – Craig Ferguson • I’ve taken salsa classes. I love dancing and I love to karaoke. So I bought a microphone with some tapes and my son and I karaoke. I know the entire ‘Dora the Explorer’ soundtrack. – Sherri Shepherd • Joanna points her camera at a section of society unused to having cameras pointed at it. But I don’t know about categorising them in terms of class; I’m a bit wary of that. My dad is the son of a shipbuilder. – Tom Hiddleston • Let France have good mothers, and she will have good sons. – Napoleon Bonaparte • Losing hope means ceasing to love my son and my girlfriend and many friends and people around the world. We in Iraq have not descended from another planet. Just as people in many other countries have gotten over the tragedy of war, Iraq will get over its ordeal. I’m talking about the essence of humanity. Hope is mixed into the blood of every human being, everywhere and in every time. – Hassan Blasim • Make no mistake: Bob Ritchie’s up early in the morning taking pictures of his son on the first day of his senior year. Kid Rock is passed out in a hotel room somewhere with four scantily-clad women. – Kid Rock • Mom put a note in my lunch again, I see… Dear son, I hope you will study hard in summer school… Do not look upon it as a punishment, but rather as a privilege… We are very proud of you, and want you to have a good education. This note will self-destruct in five seconds. – Charles M. Schulz • Mom spent the time that she was supposed to be a kid actully raising children, her younger brother and younger sister. She was tough as nails and did not suffer fools at all. And the truth was she could not afford to. She spoke the truth, bluntly, directly, and without much varnish. I am her son. – Chris Christie • More than anything, it’s my son’s smile and love that makes me light up! – Amber Valletta • Most people define themselves by what they do – ‘I’m a musician.’ Then one day it occurred to me that I’m only a musician when I’m playing music – or writing music, or talking about music. I don’t do that 24 hours a day. I’m also a father, a son, a husband, a citizen – I mean, when I go to vote, I’m not thinking of myself as ‘a musician.’ – Herbie Hancock • Mumford & Sons’ music appeals to a lot of America. I’m really proud of them. – Ellie Goulding • My affection for Taiwan… is witnessed by everyone. My wife is Taiwanese and I am a son-in-law of Taiwan. I am half Taiwanese. – Jackie Chan • My book ‘Trust Your Heart’, which is the story of my life, will be followed by ‘Singing Lessons’, a memoir of love, loss, hope, and healing, which talks about the death of my son and the hope that has been the aftermath of the healing from that tragedy. – Judy Collins • My father was against the death penalty, and that was hard in the Son of Sam summer when fear was driving the desire for the death penalty. – Andrew Cuomo • My father was the son of immigrants, and he grew up bilingual, but English is what my father taught me and what he spoke to me. America’s strength is not our diversity; it is our ability to unite around common principles even when we come from different backgrounds. – Ernest Istook • ‘My Father’s Eyes’ is very personal. I realized that the closest I ever came to looking in my father’s eyes was when I looked into my son’s eyes. – Eric Clapton • My first name, Benjamin, dates back a thousand years earlier to Benjamin – Binyamin – the son of Jacob, who was also known as Israel. Jacob and his 12 sons roamed these same hills of Judea and Samaria 4,000 years ago, and there’s been a continuous Jewish presence in the land ever since. – Benjamin Netanyahu • My mother had a son from previous marriage and her husband died in Second World War. �� Mikhail Baryshnikov • My NFL pension can barely pay my son’s tuition. You know, it’s very little money. – O. J. Simpson • My number one goal is to love, support and be there for my son. – Farrah Fawcett • My priority is my son and my husband, and I have a lot of spinning plates, so I try to make sure they’re not one of them. – Sherri Shepherd • My son Barry, of course, has been on from the beginning. And his son Shane is playing now a med student regularly on the show. And at one point or another, I’ve had all four of his kids on the show. – Dick Van Dyke • My son complains about headaches. I tell him all the time, when you get out of bed, it’s feet first! – Henny Youngman • My son doesn’t know how flawed I am, how flawed we are. He still likes us so much, and that’s so incredible to be around. – Sarah Jessica Parker • My son had toyed with the idea of writing and trying to write a little bit, so that kind of gave me the bug to write also. – George Strait • My son is actually named after Beck, the musician. We heard Beck on the radio and thought that was a good nickname for a child. We named our son Beckett so we could call him Beck – we reverse engineered. And then after he was born and I saw the name on the birth certificate I realized Beckett was a really pretentious name, way too literary. Luckily he’s grown into it. We nearly named my second son Dashiell. Can you imagine? Beckett and Dashiell. It would have been a disaster of pretentiousness. – Lauren Groff • My son is healthy and happy, so that’s all that matters to me. – Christina Aguilera • My son is so fortunate, you know. He’s always going to have food. Yes, my children are going to be privileged, but that’s why it’s so important for them to see different realities and to travel, and they do already. – Gisele Bundchen • My son is trying to be a sports writer, and my daughter is a college student. She wants to be a comedy writer, and she’s at film school. I discouraged both of them early on from getting involved in Starbucks. I didn’t think it would be fair; plus, they didn’t have any interest anyway. – Howard Schultz • My son loves the Hotel du Cap, in the south of France. – Diane von Furstenberg • My son was diagnosed with autism. He’s OK, he makes eye contact, but he doesn’t talk. He needs eight hours a day of very intensive school, and you wouldn’t even believe me if I told you how much it costs. – Steve Earle • My son, George, has been a bad, bad boy! Right, George? – Barbara Bush • My son, Jett, is two, and when I was pregnant my nose got bigger, so I got a new one. Everything was bigger for a while after having Jet, but I knew I needed to be able to walk up my stairs without being winded. It took me two years to lose 60 lbs – lots of walking, bike-riding, kick-boxing and performing. – Jill Scott • My son, Wolfgang, plays drums, guitars and bass. – Eddie Van Halen

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Locksley Hall

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn. 'T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call, Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall; Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts, And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts. Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wander'd, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time; When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed; When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed: When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see; Saw the Vision of the world and all the wonder that would be.— In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, "My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee." On her pallid cheek and forehead came a colour and a light, As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern night. And she turn'd—her bosom shaken with a sudden storm of sighs— All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark of hazel eyes— Saying, "I have hid my feelings, fearing they should do me wrong"; Saying, "Dost thou love me, cousin?" weeping, "I have loved thee long." Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight. Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring, And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fulness of the Spring. Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately ships, And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips. O my cousin, shallow-hearted! O my Amy, mine no more! O the dreary, dreary moorland! O the barren, barren shore! Falser than all fancy fathoms, falser than all songs have sung, Puppet to a father's threat, and servile to a shrewish tongue! Is it well to wish thee happy?—having known me—to decline On a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart than mine! Yet it shall be; thou shalt lower to his level day by day, What is fine within thee growing coarse to sympathize with clay. As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown, And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down. He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse. What is this? his eyes are heavy; think not they are glazed with wine. Go to him, it is thy duty, kiss him, take his hand in thine. It may be my lord is weary, that his brain is overwrought: Soothe him with thy finer fancies, touch him with thy lighter thought. He will answer to the purpose, easy things to understand— Better thou wert dead before me, tho' I slew thee with my hand! Better thou and I were lying, hidden from the heart's disgrace, Roll'd in one another's arms, and silent in a last embrace. Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth! Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truth! Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's rule! Cursed be the gold that gilds the straiten'd forehead of the fool! Well—'t is well that I should bluster!—Hadst thou less unworthy proved— Would to God—for I had loved thee more than ever wife was loved. Am I mad, that I should cherish that which bears but bitter fruit? I will pluck it from my bosom, tho' my heart be at the root. Never, tho' my mortal summers to such length of years should come As the many-winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery home. Where is comfort? in division of the records of the mind? Can I part her from herself, and love her, as I knew her, kind? I remember one that perish'd; sweetly did she speak and move; Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was to love. Can I think of her as dead, and love her for the love she bore? No—she never loved me truly; love is love for evermore. Comfort? comfort scorn'd of devils! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof. Like a dog, he hunts in dreams, and thou art staring at the wall, Where the dying night-lamp flickers, and the shadows rise and fall. Then a hand shall pass before thee, pointing to his drunken sleep, To thy widow'd marriage-pillows, to the tears that thou wilt weep. Thou shalt hear the "Never, never," whisper'd by the phantom years, And a song from out the distance in the ringing of thine ears; And an eye shall vex thee, looking ancient kindness on thy pain. Turn thee, turn thee on thy pillow; get thee to thy rest again. Nay, but Nature brings thee solace; for a tender voice will cry. 'T is a purer life than thine, a lip to drain thy trouble dry. Baby lips will laugh me down; my latest rival brings thee rest. Baby fingers, waxen touches, press me from the mother's breast. O, the child too clothes the father with a dearness not his due. Half is thine and half is his: it will be worthy of the two. O, I see thee old and formal, fitted to thy petty part, With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart. "They were dangerous guides the feelings—she herself was not exempt— Truly, she herself had suffer'd"—Perish in thy self-contempt! Overlive it—lower yet—be happy! wherefore should I care? I myself must mix with action, lest I wither by despair. What is that which I should turn to, lighting upon days like these? Every door is barr'd with gold, and opens but to golden keys. Every gate is throng'd with suitors, all the markets overflow. I have but an angry fancy; what is that which I should do? I had been content to perish, falling on the foeman's ground, When the ranks are roll'd in vapour, and the winds are laid with sound. But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels, And the nations do but murmur, snarling at each other's heels. Can I but relive in sadness? I will turn that earlier page. Hide me from my deep emotion, O thou wondrous Mother-Age! Make me feel the wild pulsation that I felt before the strife, When I heard my days before me, and the tumult of my life; Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield, Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's field, And at night along the dusky highway near and nearer drawn, Sees in heaven the light of London flaring like a dreary dawn; And his spirit leaps within him to be gone before him then, Underneath the light he looks at, in among the throngs of men: Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new: That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do: For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'd a ghastly dew From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law. So I triumph'd ere my passion sweeping thro' me left me dry, Left me with the palsied heart, and left me with the jaundiced eye; Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint: Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on from point to point: Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire. Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns. What is that to him that reaps not harvest of his youthful joys, Tho' the deep heart of existence beat for ever like a boy's? Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more. Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast, Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest. Hark, my merry comrades call me, sounding on the bugle-horn, They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scorn: Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? I am shamed thro' all my nature to have loved so slight a thing. Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's pleasure, woman's pain— Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain: Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine, Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine— Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing. Ah, for some retreat Deep in yonder shining Orient, where my life began to beat; Where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my father evil-starr'd,— I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward. Or to burst all links of habit—there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day. Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and happy skies, Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster, knots of Paradise. Never comes the trader, never floats an European flag, Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, swings the trailer from the crag; Droops the heavy-blossom'd bower, hangs the heavy-fruited tree— Summer isles of Eden lying in dark-purple spheres of sea. There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing space; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run, Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun; Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainbows of the brooks, Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable books— Fool, again the dream, the fancy! but I know my words are wild, But I count the gray barbarian lower than the Christian child. I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our glorious gains, Like a beast with lower pleasures, like a beast with lower pains! Mated with a squalid savage—what to me were sun or clime? I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time— I that rather held it better men should perish one by one, Than that earth should stand at gaze like Joshua's moon in Ajalon! Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro' the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day; Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay. Mother-Age (for mine I knew not) help me as when life begun: Rift the hills, and roll the waters, flash the lightnings, weigh the Sun. O, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath not set. Ancient founts of inspiration well thro' all my fancy yet. Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Locksley Hall! Now for me the woods may wither, now for me the roof-tree fall. Comes a vapour from the margin, blackening over heath and holt, Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast a thunderbolt. Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail, or fire or snow; For the mighty wind arises, roaring seaward, and I go.

#poetry #tennyson #long-ish #grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down #do i smell jealousy #cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth #cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truth #circle of love #this started so positive so naive #i have but an angry fancy #gross over-compensation #sexist remarks #woman is the lesser man and all thy passions match'd with mine #are as moonlight unto sunlight and as water unto wine #how did he go from first love to imperialism and globalization support?

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