#daughter

Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things. ↗

— Izaak Walton

#god #men #sons #things #words

It's hard to think of yourself as a brand, especially when I have four daughters who kick my butt early in the morning every day before I go to work. ↗

— Harvey Weinstein

#brand #daughters #day #early #especially

One thing all stage mothers share is an overpowering ambition for their daughters. ↗

— Lawrence Welk

#daughters #mothers #one thing #overpowering #share

Mom lies down next to me and we both stare at the ceiling in complete silence. “Boys are like candy,” she suddenly says. I grin. “Really, Mom? That’s your advice? Boys are like candy. What is that? Forrest Gump on teens? ↗

— Rucy Ban

#daughter #funny-humor #inspirational #mother #teenage-love

His daughter returned from her boarding school, improved in fashionable airs and expert in manufacturing fashionable toys; but, in her conversation, he sought in vain for that refined and fertile mind which he had fondly expected. ↗

— Emma Willard

#boarding #boarding school #conversation #daughter #expected

Thanks to the heroic sons and daughters of this country, who have paid sacrifices, we have been able to score a number of victories which are encouraging the nation-building process we are engaged in. ↗

— Girma Woldegiorgis

#been #country #daughters #encouraging #engaged

It was so satisfying for me - a great reward, just to see it done well. And it was beautifully directed by my daughter Susan Riskin. Imagine, a play about my mother directed by my daughter?! ↗

— Fay Wray

#beautifully #daughter #directed #done #great

When it was over my daughter said, 'Oh, I felt so sorry for him - he didn't want to hurt you, he liked you.' That was Victoria. When you visualize him up there on top of the Empire State Building, you do feel sorry for him. ↗

— Fay Wray

#daughter #empire #empire state #feel #felt

Both of our daughters, Debbie and Bonnie, are also cancer survivors. ↗

— David Wilkerson

#bonnie #both #cancer #daughters #debbie

He begins to sing to her, very softly, almost not singing at all, just a whisper of a tune. He spins out the tune like it is a tale he is telling her, until he feels her body relax, until he feels her falling into sleep. He sings to let her know he’s there, to stay anchored to the earth, to keep from laughing or crying in amazement that he is lying with Alice in his arms, he sings as if music could keep her alive, as if music could feed her soul, as if music could weave a protective spell around her to survive these days and these weeks and these months and these years, he sings as if he could give her a piece of himself, which will ring inside of her like a bell, like a promise, like hope whenever she needs him; and in his singing, he promises her every single thing he can think of, and more. ↗

— Laura Harrington

#coming-of-age #father-daughter #iraq-war #young-love #age