I have loved you like a son from the first.
Her son was missing.
I already have a son and daughter.
The day after his son had left, Prince Nicholas sent for Princess Mary to come to his study.
The son noticed that an expression of profound sorrow suddenly clouded his mother's face, and he smiled slightly.
Why, because he is the son of a prominent family doctor?
You're the son of some whore I don't even remember!
My son is going.
Sarah would do whatever Giddon said, because he was her son... and Tammy had no choice.
Once he did, he moved to the back yard where mother was pushing her gleeful young son on a large wooden swing set.
The boy was the son of a dirt-poor single mother.
"Think what your mother would say if she saw you in the clothes of a poor man's son." said the cardinal.
"Thank God," said his son smiling.
Coldly, without looking at her son, she sent for her husband and, when he came, tried briefly and coldly to inform him of the facts, in her son's presence, but unable to restrain herself she burst into tears of vexation and left the room.
What meant still more to him was that he sought and did not find in himself the former tenderness for his son which he had hoped to reawaken by caressing the boy and taking him on his knee.
In all these words she saw only that the danger threatening her son would not soon be over.
Having written this and given the paper to Alpatych, he told him how to arrange for departure of the prince, the princess, his son, and the boy's tutor, and how and where to let him know immediately.
When she had left the room the prince again began speaking about his son, about the war, and about the Emperor, angrily twitching his brows and raising his hoarse voice, and then he had a second and final stroke.
You begrudged your lump of a son," a little old man suddenly began attacking Dron-- "and so they took my Vanka to be shaved for a soldier!
"They are waiting for their younger son," Pierre replied.
In that 'extend' were my father, son, and sister, at Bald Hills.
Natasha had married in the early spring of 1813, and in 1820 already had three daughters besides a son for whom she had longed and whom she was now nursing.
Is being in control so important that you're willing to sacrifice the happiness of your only son?
When you hear you have a son, you feel responsible - yes?
Her response to the issue about a son was indication that she was ready to break from the past.
Cynthia telephoned her son and apparently made temporary peace, although Dean wasn't privy to the details.
Cynthia finished her wedding pronouncement by tossing out a comment about her foolish son considering delaying the final year of his education to play professional baseball, a decision against which she and Rose Calvia planned to exert a full court press.
The old countess, waiting for the return of her husband and son, sat playing patience with the old gentlewoman who lived in their house.
"It can't be helped It happens to everyone!" said the son, with a bold, free, and easy tone, while in his soul he regarded himself as a worthless scoundrel whose whole life could not atone for his crime.
While father and son were having their explanation, the mother and daughter were having one not less important.
What about your son, your sister, and your father?
And you who have a son! she began, her pallor suddenly turning to a vivid red.
Well, my boy, the old prince went on, addressing his son and patting Pierre on the shoulder.
Prince Andrew spent half his time at Bald Hills with his father and his son, who was still in the care of nurses.
The party of the old and dissatisfied, who censured the innovations, turned to him expecting his sympathy in their disapproval of the reforms, simply because he was the son of his father.
He is an invalid and an old man who must be forgiven; but he is good and magnanimous and will love her who makes his son happy.
He seemed in better spirits than usual and awaited his son with great impatience.
He thought not of this pretty child, his son whom he held on his knee, but of himself.
It was a portrait, painted in bright colors by Gerard, of the son borne to Napoleon by the daughter of the Emperor of Austria, the boy whom for some reason everyone called "The King of Rome."
He ordered the portrait to be carried outside his tent, that the Old Guard, stationed round it, might not be deprived of the pleasure of seeing the King of Rome, the son and heir of their adored monarch.
You know that sort of tradesman's son, a dandy and lady-killer.
Berg, the Rostovs' son-in-law, was already a colonel wearing the orders of Vladimir and Anna, and he still filled the quiet and agreeable post of assistant to the head of the staff of the assistant commander of the first division of the Second Army.
When a pause occurred during his short visit, Nicholas, as is usual when there are children, turned to Prince Andrew's little son, caressing him and asking whether he would like to be an hussar.
Whether it were difficult or easy, possible or impossible, she did not ask and did not want to know: it was her duty, not only to herself, to be near her brother who was perhaps dying, but to do everything possible to take his son to him, and so she prepared to set off.
Is this his son? said the countess, turning to little Nicholas who was coming in with Dessalles.
Prince Andrew's little son was seven.
Why, he says: 'I'm a general's son myself, I won't go!' he says.
"And that son of a bitch Petrov has lagged behind after all, it seems," said one sergeant major.
On his last day, sobbing, he asked her and his absent son to forgive him for having dissipated their property--that being the chief fault of which he was conscious.
From reports current in town she learned how the Rostovs were situated, and how "the son has sacrificed himself for his mother," as people were saying.
When Nicholas and his wife came to look for Pierre he was in the nursery holding his baby son, who was again awake, on his huge right palm and dandling him.
After the deaths of her son and husband in such rapid succession, she felt herself a being accidentally forgotten in this world and left without aim or object for her existence.
When Pierre and his wife entered the drawing room the countess was in one of her customary states in which she needed the mental exertion of playing patience, and so--though by force of habit she greeted him with the words she always used when Pierre or her son returned after an absence: High time, my dear, high time!
"Look, Anna Timofeevna," she added to her companion, "see what a box for cards my son has brought us!"
All that the fondest mother could do for her son you have done and are doing for him, and of course I am glad of it.
To the men who fought against the rising truths of physical philosophy, it seemed that if they admitted that truth it would destroy faith in God, in the creation of the firmament, and in the miracle of Joshua the son of Nun.
Do they resent that your father wants only a son for an heir?
If Alex had known he had a son, things would have been different.
Then when she learned about Tessa's son, she was furious because he might inherit - even though I hadn't said anything to father.
You thought you had a son for a little while.
Her large brown eyes took in Lisa with surprise and she threw her son a questioning look.
Now son, the house won't clean itself.
Sarah silently watched her son with what appeared to be amused interest.
He was a nasty son-of-a-bitch.
In spite of Howie's stepfather's sudden interest in his previously despised and now deceased son, Julie became heir to her fiancée's home and assets.
While Cynthia was proud of her son Randy's athletic achievements, she always saw those abilities as a means to an end—not an end in itself.
If Edith was pregnant in 1960, her son would be in his forties now!
Ralph's been dead for years and a son runs the business now.
My grandfather, Caspar Keller's son, "entered" large tracts of land in Alabama and finally settled there.
Their son, Charles Adams, was born in Newburyport, Massachusetts, and moved to Helena, Arkansas.
Behold all souls are mine; as the soul of the father, so also the soul of the son is mine: the soul that sinneth, it shall die.
"Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?" she asked.
Prince Vasili's son, Hippolyte, had come with Mortemart, whom he introduced.
Pierre was staying at Prince Vasili Kuragin's and sharing the dissipated life of his son Anatole, the son whom they were planning to reform by marrying him to Prince Andrew's sister.
The Guards had already left Petersburg on the tenth of August, and her son, who had remained in Moscow for his equipment, was to join them on the march to Radzivilov.
The conversation was on the chief topic of the day: the illness of the wealthy and celebrated beau of Catherine's day, Count Bezukhov, and about his illegitimate son Pierre, the one who had behaved so improperly at Anna Pavlovna's reception.
He is in such bad health, and now this vexation about his son is enough to kill him!
He is a son of Marya Ivanovna Dolokhova, such a worthy woman, but there, just fancy!
"I have already told you, Papa," said his son, "that if you don't wish to let me go, I'll stay.
"Ah, my love," answered Anna Mikhaylovna, "God grant you never know what it is to be left a widow without means and with a son you love to distraction!
But, Nataly, you know my love for my son: I would do anything for his happiness!
And like a practical Petersburg lady who knows how to make the most of time, Anna Mikhaylovna sent someone to call her son, and went into the anteroom with him.
"If only I knew that anything besides humiliation would come of it..." answered her son coldly.
"My dear," she said to her son, once more stimulating him by a touch, "you promised me!"
Seeing Anna Mikhaylovna and her son, Prince Vasili dismissed the doctor with a bow and approached them silently and with a look of inquiry.
"Oh, he is in a dreadful state," said the mother to her son when they were in the carriage.
After Anna Mikhaylovna had driven off with her son to visit Count Cyril Vladimirovich Bezukhov, Countess Rostova sat for a long time all alone applying her handkerchief to her eyes.
This young man is the count's son, she added more softly.
It uplifts the soul to see such men as the old count and his worthy son, said she.
His son only smiled.
"He is a great tactician!" said the prince to his son, pointing to the architect.
His son made no rejoinder, but it was evident that whatever arguments were presented he was as little able as his father to change his opinion.
When Prince Andrew entered the study the old man in his old-age spectacles and white dressing gown, in which he received no one but his son, sat at the table writing.
He signed with a flourish and suddenly turning to his son began to laugh.
He seized his son by the hand with small bony fingers, shook it, looked straight into his son's face with keen eyes which seemed to see through him, and again laughed his frigid laugh.
Nicholas Bolkonski's son need not serve under anyone if he is in disfavor.
He spoke so rapidly that he did not finish half his words, but his son was accustomed to understand him.
He gave his son his hand to kiss, and embraced him.
"Remember this, Prince Andrew, if they kill you it will hurt me, your old father..." he paused unexpectedly, and then in a querulous voice suddenly shrieked: "but if I hear that you have not behaved like a son of Nicholas Bolkonski, I shall be ashamed!"
"You need not have said that to me, Father," said the son with a smile.
"I also wanted to ask you," continued Prince Andrew, "if I'm killed and if I have a son, do not let him be taken away from you--as I said yesterday... let him grow up with you....
Your son bids fair to become an officer distinguished by his industry, firmness, and expedition.
He had arranged this for himself so as to visit his neglected estates at the same time and pick up his son Anatole where his regiment was stationed, and take him to visit Prince Nicholas Bolkonski in order to arrange a match for him with the daughter of that rich old man.
Anna Pavlovna threatened him on behalf of "our dear Vyazmitinov," and in her eyes, which, for an instant, glanced at Pierre, Prince Vasili read a congratulation on his future son-in-law and on his daughter's happiness.
Old Prince Nicholas Bolkonski received a letter from Prince Vasili in November, 1805, announcing that he and his son would be paying him a visit.
A fortnight after the letter Prince Vasili's servants came one evening in advance of him, and he and his son arrived next day.
"His Excellency Prince Vasili Kuragin and his son, I understand?" she said inquiringly.
Why his son is coming I don't understand.
Prince Vasili's two valets were busy dressing him, and he looked round with much animation and cheerfully nodded to his son as the latter entered, as if to say: "Yes, that's how I want you to look."
The little princess and Mademoiselle Bourienne had already received from Masha, the lady's maid, the necessary report of how handsome the minister's son was, with his rosy cheeks and dark eyebrows, and with what difficulty the father had dragged his legs upstairs while the son had followed him like an eagle, three steps at a time.
When Princess Mary came down, Prince Vasili and his son were already in the drawing room, talking to the little princess and Mademoiselle Bourienne.
"And didn't Hippolyte tell you?" asked Prince Vasili, turning to his son and seizing the little princess' arm as if she would have run away and he had just managed to catch her, "didn't he tell you how he himself was pining for the dear princess, and how she showed him the door?
What are Prince Vasili and that son of his to me?
Prince Vasili had brought his son with the evident intention of proposing, and today or tomorrow he would probably ask for an answer.
Here is my second son; please love and befriend him.
Anatole is no genius, but he is an honest, goodhearted lad; an excellent son or kinsman.
On retiring to her own room, she sat in an armchair, her eyes fixed on a miniature portrait of her son on the lid of a snuffbox, while the tears kept coming into her eyes.
As twenty years before, it seemed impossible that the little creature who lived somewhere under her heart would ever cry, suck her breast, and begin to speak, so now she could not believe that that little creature could be this strong, brave man, this model son and officer that, judging by this letter, he now was.
"Count Ilya Rostov's son?" asked Dolgorukov.
"Really, Papa, I believe Prince Bagration worried himself less before the battle of Schon Grabern than you do now," said his son with a smile.
"That's it, that's it!" exclaimed the count, and gaily seizing his son by both hands, he cried, "Now I've got you, so take the sleigh and pair at once, and go to Bezukhov's, and tell him 'Count Ilya has sent you to ask for strawberries and fresh pineapples.'
"Dolokhov, Mary Ivanovna's son," she said in a mysterious whisper, "has compromised her completely, they say.
"Your son," wrote Kutuzov, "fell before my eyes, a standard in his hand and at the head of a regiment--he fell as a hero, worthy of his father and his fatherland.
Knowing him to be an only son, to challenge him and shoot so straight!
On the previous Sunday the old count had given his son two thousand rubles, and though he always disliked speaking of money difficulties had told Nicholas that this was all he could let him have till May, and asked him to be more economical this time.
The old prince and his son seemed to have changed roles since the campaign of 1805.
Country neighbors from Otradnoe, impoverished old squires and their daughters, Peronskaya a maid of honor, Pierre Bezukhov, and the son of their district postmaster who had obtained a post in Petersburg.
Anna Mikhaylovna also had of late visited them less frequently, seemed to hold herself with particular dignity, and always spoke rapturously and gratefully of the merits of her son and the brilliant career on which he had entered.
With his son, however, he employed the diplomacy he reserved for important occasions and, adopting a quiet tone, discussed the whole matter.
Thirdly, he had a son whom it would be a pity to entrust to a chit of a girl.
She wished to love him as a son, but felt that to her he was a stranger and a terrifying man.
Prince Andrew blushed, as he often did now--Natasha particularly liked it in him--and said that his son would not live with them.
Prince Andrew wants a son and not an old maid, he would say.
It was all dreadfully difficult and complicated; and he replied to his mother in cold, formal letters in French, beginning: "My dear Mamma," and ending: "Your obedient son," which said nothing of when he would return.
"You see he writes," said she, showing her son a letter of Prince Andrew's, with that latent grudge a mother always has in regard to a daughter's future married happiness, "he writes that he won't come before December.
But once the countess called her son and informed him that she had a promissory note from Anna Mikhaylovna for two thousand rubles, and asked him what he thought of doing with it.
Several times the countess, with tears in her eyes, told her son that now both her daughters were settled, her only wish was to see him married.
She saw with sorrow, and sometimes with exasperation, symptoms of a growing attachment between her son and the portionless Sonya.
The father and mother did not speak of the matter to their son again, but a few days later the countess sent for Sonya and, with a cruelty neither of them expected, reproached her niece for trying to catch Nicholas and for ingratitude.
The countess, with a coldness her son had never seen in her before, replied that he was of age, that Prince Andrew was marrying without his father's consent, and he could do the same, but that she would never receive that intriguer as her daughter.
Anna Mikhaylovna regarded the refined sadness that united her son to the wealthy Julie with emotion, and resignation to the Divine will.
"My dear," said Anna Mikhaylovna to her son, "I know from a reliable source that Prince Vasili has sent his son to Moscow to get him married to Julie.
The son is getting married!
That day he did not see his father, who did not leave his room and admitted no one but Mademoiselle Bourienne and Tikhon, but asked several times whether his son had gone.
Sarah hugged her son and then Lisa.
"Now son," Sarah spoke calmly.
It described how Timothy's mother had left her son in their enclosed yard to answer a phone call.
If that son of a bitch gets away with this it would kill me!
Number three was a father taking a son from the boy's mother who held custody rights.
The eight year old son of a popular rapper named Buzz-Cousin was abducted for a million dollar ransom.
Yeah. That's all Ronnie want's to discuss with people, like his wife's son is some kind of freak.
We've all come a long way, son, but it's how far we've yet to go that concerns me.
"You son of a bitch!" she whispered.
My brother Ralph, bless his soul, lost a son to the system after a divorce.
Call your son and tell him you love him.
Cynthia confessed they didn't attend as often as they should— as much as she did when her son was at home.
"According to the son, Josh had high grade samples," Dean answered.
As I was writing these words, my ten-year-old son came in and asked, "What are you doing?"
And Jesus, who is His Son, but is nearer to Him than all of us His other Children, came into the world on purpose to tell us all about our Father's Love.
I am not the son of the engineer.
This stout young man was an illegitimate son of Count Bezukhov, a well-known grandee of Catherine's time who now lay dying in Moscow.
"How about my son Boris, Prince?" said she, hurrying after him into the anteroom.
Prince Vasili kept the promise he had given to Princess Drubetskaya who had spoken to him on behalf of her only son Boris on the evening of Anna Pavlovna's soiree.
And to think it is Cyril Vladimirovich Bezukhov's son who amuses himself in this sensible manner!
The son, lowering his eyes, followed her quietly.
This is my son, she added, indicating Boris.
Then you are his son, Ilya?
I am Boris, son of Princess Anna Mikhaylovna Drubetskaya.
Rostov, the father, is Ilya, and his son is Nicholas.
Only let me tell you, I want to know my son-in-law better.
How strange, how extraordinary, how joyful it seemed, that her son, the scarcely perceptible motion of whose tiny limbs she had felt twenty years ago within her, that son about whom she used to have quarrels with the too indulgent count, that son who had first learned to say "pear" and then "granny," that this son should now be away in a foreign land amid strange surroundings, a manly warrior doing some kind of man's work of his own, without help or guidance.
What has become of you, you son of a bitch?
Son, you know the rules.
Randy Byrne was Cynthia's twenty year-old son from her first marriage.
He's the illegitimate son of Josh 'Bones' Mulligan and he killed Billy Langstrom to shut him up!
Let the son marry the daughter, if both agree, and give them the treasure as a wedding portion.
Bianca, my son will need a playmate.
It was Cynthia's son, Randy.
I understand from Dawkins' son his old man was paying Josh pretty well to be his mine manager—up until August of 1961 when Josh disappeared.
Although his father was a king, Cyrus was brought up like the son of a common man.
My own son, going to be a father!
"I have a son," he finally blurted.
How did having a son become a financial issue?
The subject was how Mary had been a vessel to carry the son of god.
When she first wrote from Tuscumbia to Mr. Michael Anagnos, Dr. Howes son-in-law and his successor as Director of the Perkins Institution, about her work with her pupil, the Boston papers began at once to publish exaggerated accounts of Helen Keller.
She'd assumed he'd trained her in place of the son he didn't have.
"I have a son about your age," Cynthia said.
Whether it was wedding plans, baby names, or ways to kill her son, Dean didn't know.
I believe that what so saddens the reformer is not his sympathy with his fellows in distress, but, though he be the holiest son of God, is his private ail.
Mrs. Marsh eyed her son distastefully and then shifted her attention to her husband.
I know this is far-fetched and I'm probably only fantasizing because I'm so pissed off at that son of a bitch Fitzgerald in general.
Recently, my ten-year-old son and I visited the factory in Denmark where Lego building blocks are made.
"We may as well go back," said the son in French.
Trying to convict her, he told her she had worn him out, had caused his quarrel with his son, had harbored nasty suspicions of him, making it the object of her life to poison his existence, and he drove her from his study telling her that if she did not go away it was all the same to him.
Dean only caught snatches, but enough to know Cynthia was speaking to Rose, son Randy, and Jen.
"Son, you will look at the new mares?" he asked.
He was a handsome kid who somehow reminded Dean of Cynthia's son, Randy, but more brash.