Best My Son Quotes

Sometimes, when I want to take on the world, I try to remember that it’s just as important to sit down and ask my son how he’s feeling or talk to him about life.

I am not a huge gamer. My son knows a LOT more than I do about what is cool on Xbox. I played Halo but the sports games that the whole family can use are the things I use the most. I threw the javelin very very far!

I did not raise my son, Sam, to celebrate Mother’s Day. I didn’t want him to feel some obligation to buy me pricey lunches or flowers, some annual display of gratitude that you have to grit your teeth and endure.

My son and my daughter have both been an incredibly sustaining force, especially through this recent bad patch [of health]. So, I’ve been blessed and grateful for their company and for their assistance.

I’ve expressed my gratitude to my son many times. And his career is far from undistinguished, and it was a great privilege to have someone of this skill bringing this album to conclusion.

My son and I discovered Terry Pratchett’s books together, when he was about eleven years old. He’d be reading on his own and would start to laugh, and then eagerly read the passage aloud to me–and I’d do the same to him! Pratchett’s books became a shared source of delight for us back then, and they still are today.

I’m not really anti-gang – I was a gang member and so was my son. I’m pro-youth, pro-community, pro-family, pro-arts, and pro-peace.

~[My son] is at that age now where he’s so loving and says the sweetest things to me. Of course, I still get karate chops and all those other sort of things, too.~

Before I had my first child, I never really looked forward in anticipation to the future. As I watched my son grow and learn, I began to imagine the world this generation of children would live in. I thought of the children they would have, and of their children. I felt connected to life both before my time and beyond it. Children are our link to future generations that we will never see.

You threaten my son, you threaten me.

I’d like to name my kid a whole phrase. You know, something like Ladies and Gentlemen. That’ll be a cool name for a kid. This is my son, Ladies and Gentlemen! Then, when he gets out of hand, I get to go, Ladies and Gentlemen, please!

As the mother of a son, I do not accept that alienation from me is necessary for his discovery of himself. As a woman, I will not cooperate in demeaning womanly things so that he can be proud to be a man. I like to think the women in my son’s future are counting on me.

I’m bad at thinking about society. I love to make fun of very small aspects. For instance the privacy rules we have in the States. Where you sign this thing that you’ve never read, and if you ever read it you discover there’s no privacy whatsoever. But I don’t know how to think sociologically, to tell you the truth. My son is a political scientist and my daughter-in-law is a sociologist. I can’t think that way. I am not a good political militant at all. I keep thinking about what the other side must look like.

Today I am the happiest man in the world, my son was born and thanks to God for this gift.

Fatherhood changes you completely. If things didn’t go my way before, I became withdrawn and didn’t want to see or listen to anyone. Now, when I arrive home, I see my son and everything is OK. He’s the most important thing to me now.

I blend my green drink every morning. I also fix my son a full-on American breakfast with bacon and toast.

I think if I got a bicycle from my father, I should give a car to my son.

O my son! The dunya (world) is a deep ocean in which many have drowned! Let your ship be taqwallah (fear of Allah), and load your ship with Iman-billah (believe in Allah), and let her sail be tawakkal (trust) on Allah! Insha’Allah you will survive then.

I never, ever used my son for publicity. He’ll have his say one day if he wants it. He’ll have the last word. He has time to defend himself.

If my father could watch my son for a while, he might realize his own immortality.

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.

It’s amazing the things that you cry at. I cry when I smell my son’s hair in the morning. We have a moment of peace and I’ll be like, ‘Ahhhh! How can you love this much?’

When my son will be born, my first goal will be for him. The rest, will be as always for my grandmother.

No philosophy, my son; it is of no use to an emperor.

Find something that you love to do, and find a place that you really like to do it in. I found something I loved to do. Im a mechanical engineer by training, and I loved it. I still do. My son is a nuclear engineer at MIT, a junior, and I get the same vibe from him. Your work has to be compelling. You spend a lot of time doing it.

Someone once I asked my son Cruz, ‘When’s your birthday?’ and he told them, ‘It’s just after Fashion Week!’

A new thing I’ve been doing is just making sure I clear off my desk and try to only touch a piece of paper once, so I get the mail, open it up, deal with it then. My son’s homework, or what I get from his teachers, the same way. That way, it’s not nagging me, things to add to my to-do list.

My NFL pension can barely pay my son’s tuition. You know, it’s very little money.

You are an instrument of God. Don’t leave the instrument sitting in its case, my son. Play! Leave no part of your instrument unexplored. Why settle for ‘Three Blind Mice’ when you can can play the ‘Gloria’? No, not Bach’s ‘Gloria.’ Yours! Your ‘Gloria’ lives within you. The greatest sin is not finding it, ignoring what God made possible in you.

I love my son more than any of you can imagine.

Of course, I tweet. Tweeting is a very personal form of expression. Who else could talk about my son refusing to wear a suit to meet the Pope, my husband flying a helicopter, or take a twitpic from our home?

I love my son. I love my kids, my family. Like I said after I took the misdemeanor plea, I take full responsibility for my actions.

No, my son, do not aspire for wealth and labor not only to be rich. Strive instead for happiness, to be loved and to love, and most important to acquire peace of mind and serenity.

The fact is I like Mumbai less and less. My son says, ‘Baba, let’s go for a drive’, and I tell him, ‘Where’s the fun of a drive in this place?’ You get caught in a million traffic jams, and you spend time cooped in your car with all that mad cacophony around you.

While I’m singing complete gibberish to my son when he’s in his crib, I’ll occasionally think, ‘This song I’m making up is actually pretty good.’