Mother Letting Go Of Her Son Quotes & Sayings

So I did the honorable thing," he said with a sigh.
His mother laughed and his father barked like a seal, slapping his meaty hand down on the corner.
"It's a good thing you're nice looking, son," his father said, "Because the brains didn't take well in the womb."
"Wh...what?" he sputtered.
"Letting a good woman go isn't honorable. It's plain stupid, is what it is. — Juliet Blackwell

I believe that the true value of life lies in work, diligence and innovation. After all, work is the essence of humanity. — Sheikh Abdullah

Who has deceived thee as oft as thyself. — Benjamin Franklin

There is no conclusive evidence of life after death, but there is no evidence of any sort against it. Soon enough you will know, so why fret about it? — Robert A. Heinlein

Songwriting is reliant on inspiration, which ideally you don't have that much control over. Songs kind of half make themselves, and then you have to finish them. — Win Butler

Corbulo: a name to conjure with, a name to follow into battle, wherever he led; a name to have a man marching to the gates of Rome, crying Imperator! until the crowds and the idiot senate and the corrupt wax-brains of the Praetorian Guard and every other man with voting powers in the city came to understand what we already knew: that this man should be our emperor, that Rome would thrive under his rule, in place of the fool who presently held the throne.
Corbulo, who stood before us that bright, brisk spring afternoon and watched as our centurions bawled us through our paces, and then as Cadus took charge and marched us through the display that we had been practising, if we were honest, for the last four years, just for this moment. — M.C. Scott

Always give away your pure love without expecting any love in return. The universe will fill your heart with an abundance of love, joy and happiness again and again. — Debasish Mridha

I would rather obey a fine lion, much stronger than myself, than two hundred rats of my own species. — Voltaire

I became Cinderella, Stella and Marcella were my evil stepsisters. If the house had mice and roaches and a damp garret, I would be living there. If we were using coals, I would be coughing over a smoking fire.
Was I not lucky to be a modern day Cinderella? At least I did not have to sleep among the cinders. — Gita V. Reddy