I must be cruel only to be kind; Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
The voice of parents is the voice of gods, for to their children they are heaven's lieutenants.
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
Hardness ever of hardness is mother.