If your parents never had children, chances are you won't, either.
The beauty of 'spacing' children many years apart lies in the fact that parents have time to learn the mistakes that were made with the older ones-which permits them to make exactly the opposite mistakes with the younger ones.
"Reverence for parents" stands written among the three laws of most revered righteousness.
The best means by which a slave seeks proximity to God after recognising Him, is praying, benevolence to the parents, and abandonment of envy, self-conceit and vaunting.
Just as it sometimes happens that deformed offspring are produced by deformed parents, and sometimes not, so the offspring produced by a female are sometimes female, sometimes not, but male, because the female is as it were a deformed male.
The pressure to give A grades is intense. It comes from the students and increasingly from their parents as well.
I am the (grand) son of the one who brought the good news (Bashīr). I am the (grand) son of the warner (Nadhīr). I am the (grand) son of the man who, with God's permission, summoned (the people) to God. I am the (grand) son of the light which shone out (to the world). I am of the House, from whom God has "sent away abomination" and whom God has "purified thoroughly" [Qur'an, 33:33]. I am of the House for whom God has required love in his Book, when God, the Most High, said: "Say: I do not ask you for any reward except love for (my) kin; Whoever earns good, will increase good for himself [Qur'an, 42:23]." The good is love for us, the House.
The joys of parents are secret; and so are their griefs and fears. They cannot utter the one; nor they will not utter the other.
We all only live once. So we are obligated to make good use of the time that we have and to do something that is meaningful and satisfying. This is something that I find meaningful and satisfying. That is my temperament. I enjoy creating systems on a grand scale, and I enjoy helping people who are vulnerable. And I enjoy crushing bastards.
Along with our passivity, we're entering a profoundly masochistic phase everyone is a victim these days, of parents, doctors, pharmaceutical companies, even love itself. And how much we enjoy it. Our happiest moments are spent trying to think up new varieties of victimhood...
Children internalize their parents' unhappiness. Fortunately, they absorb our contentment just as readily.
The maddest phenomenon in this wholly mad world that the filming or wirelessing of an event, whether it is the Grand National or an attack in force on the Maginot Line, is held to be of more importance than the event itself.
By Allah no one is our Shīah except that he has piety for Allah (guards himself against sin) and obeys him. They (the Shīah) are not known and recognized except for their humility, modesty, fear of Allah, trustworthiness, plenty of remembrance of Allah, fasting, service, kindness to the parents, looking after the poor neighbours and afflicted people, mentioning them with nothing except goodness and beneficence; and they are the trustees for their tribes in all the affairs.
Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them - a mother's approval, a father's nod - are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
A parents' dissatisfaction causes poverty and leads to humiliation.
The torturing and testing of parents, is followed by shortage (of sustenance), and being driven towards belittlement and humiliation.
The invigorating air did them both good, and much exercise worked wholesome changes in minds as well as bodies. They seemed to get clearer views of life and duty up there among the everlasting hills. The fresh winds blew away desponding doubts, delusive fancies, and moody mists. The warm spring sunshine brought out all sorts of aspiring ideas, tender hopes, and happy thoughts. The lake seemed to wash away the troubles of the past, and the grand old mountains to look benignly down upon them saying, "Little children, love one another."
The grand style arises in poetry, when a noble nature, poetically gifted, treats with simplicity or with severity a serious subject.
Goodness to parents, and paying visits to ones own relatives, will ease the accounting on the Day of Judgement.
I wish it were me instead of you.
Yeah. I'm getting the sodium pentothal. You have to go sit with my parents.
Imagine that everything you are typing is being read by the person you are applying to for your first job. Imagine that it's all going to be seen by your parents and your grandparents and your grandchildren as well.
The grand tune is the only thing in music that the great public really understands.
Apartheid both petty and grand is obviously evil. Nothing can justify the arrogant assumption that a clique of foreigners has the right to decide on the lives of a majority.
Big L is that nigga you expect to catch rep on any cassette deck, I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet.