He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, "I love you, Mother." He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns.
Elizabeth PetersStichwörter: love mother son rose
It wasn’t easy looking dignified wearing a bed sheet and a purple cape.
Rick RiordanStichwörter: rome greek blood neptune son jupiter percy camp jackson half
You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.
Dejan StojanovicStichwörter: wisdom poetry dreams literature light dream answers anticipation quotes thoughts poems father son poetry-quotes literature-quotes dejan-stojanovic
You must make your choice: either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon; or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.
C.S. LewisStichwörter: god jesus demon fool teacher son madman
Sparks are warm while they last.
Susan PriceStichwörter: inspirational family horror son ghost-song susan-price
He was dazed, the soft thoughts sinking slowly in. A son. Even a daughter. His child. Immortality. A chance to make good. Pass on the hard lessons learned.
Helen HodgmanStichwörter: chance immortality thoughts daughter son lessons-learned dazed hard-lessons
If you don't like it you can kiss my quiver
Rick RiordanStichwörter: son small apollo michael-yew
Its our loot. If you don't like it, you can kiss my quiver
Rick RiordanStichwörter: son small apollo michael-yew
That day had changed him. It had changed the entire village. Shaken by the death of a boy they had loved, each person had found ways to be more worthy of the sacrifice he had made. They had become kinder, more careful, more attentive to one another.
Lois Lowryblue-gold sky, fresh cloud,
emerald-black mountain, trees
on rocky ledges,
on the summit, the tiny pin
of a telephone tower-all
brilliantly clear,
in shadow and out.
and on and through
everything
everywhere
the sun shines
without reservation (p. 97)
Stichwörter: love poetry hate death poem death-and-dying mother grief conflict healing dying poems daughters verse memoirs cancer son death-of-a-loved-one death-and-sickness grieving-the-loss-of-a-mother alchoholism death-and-love colon-cancer barbara-blatner death-and-son grievindeath-and-daughters new-york-quarterly verses
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