Filial Love Quotes

I have a mother back there in Illinois who is old and feeble. I haven't seen her this many a year and haven't been a good son to her, yet I love her better than anything in this life.

It's all about loving your parents.

To a father waxing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter; sons have spirits of a higher pitch, but less inclined to endearing fondness.

What is a child, but a piece of the parent enrapt up in another skin? And yet our dearest children are but as strangers to us, in comparison of the unspeakable dearness that was between the Father and Christ. Now, that he should ever be content to part with a Son, and such an only One, is such a manifestation of love, as will be admired to all eternity.

I hope everyone can examine what is the most important relationship in life - the relationship between parent and child.

But the love of offspring...tender and beautiful as it is, can not as sentiment rank with conjugal love.

It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.

Feeling the security and constancy of love from a spouse, a parent or a child is a rich blessing. Such love nurtures and sustains faith in God. Such love is a source of strength and casts out fear. Such love is the desire of every human soul.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

I think, more than my husband, my mother-in-law gets excited and proud and what not whenever she sees me on-screen.

Love is the chain whereby to bind a child to its parents.

The paternal and filial duties discipline the heart, and prepare it for the love of all mankind. The intensity of private attachment encourages, not prevents, universal benevolence.

As bad as I was, as much trouble and worry as I caused my mother, I loved her.

I send my father everything I write.

I regret not taking my 83-year-old mother to the Oscars the year I won. She deserved the Oscar for giving up so much for me.

Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!

I've always had a particular affinity for father-son dramas.

I am persuaded that there is no affection of the human heart more exquisitely pure, than that which is felt by a grateful son towards a mother.

Nature seemed to me benign and good; I thought she loved me, outcast as I was; and I, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness. To-night at least, I would be her guest-as I was her child; my mother would lodge me without money and without price.

To play my father, his struggles, and how he overcame it all would require you to bring tears to my eyes. It has to be one of his sons. And we're not, none of us, in Hollywood.