Quotes About Father

Indeed! he said coolly. Well, who's the happy father? Ashley?

Even if that is the truth, " Derkein said, "what does it have to do with my father suddenly thinking he can raise the dead?

This way of seeing our Father in everything makes life one long thanksgiving and gives a rest of heart, and, more than that, a gayety of spirit, that is unspeakable.

Thanksgiving Day is a day devoted by persons with inflammatory rheumatism to thanking a loving Father that it is not hydrophobia.

By the time a man realizes that his father was right, he has a son who thinks he's wrong.

People ask me from time to time what it was like growing up with Henry Fonda as my father. I say, Ever see Fort Apache? He was like Colonel Thursday.

My father was a promoter of Fresh Fest, and they needed an opening act. He got me a slot as a dancer. We tried it out the first time in Atlanta and the crowd went crazy. I was the opening clown.

The most effective guard against delinquency is a father who is at the same time both strict and loving.

The pressure on kids is high to get good grades. In my time, no one cared about it. My father looked at them but he didn't really make much fuss about them.

I too was frightened the first time I felt I hated my father. I felt like a criminal. But could I help it what was inside of me? I had to feel what I felt even if it killed me.

My father gave me a bat for Christmas. The first time I tried to play with it, it flew away.

My dad got me my first pair of boots. It was a big occasion for us to go to the shopping centre. It was an exciting time to make sure you got the right ones.

And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time.

I have dark forebodings, I said. Always. Know them for what they are, he said. What are they, Richard? The shadowy side of your father, who never sees good in anything. The side you must learn to contain.

I mark my years or parenting by the people who stepped in and forced me to abandon my inclination to meddle, micromanage, and coddle, beginning with my children's father, who sat me down and told me in year two that I was going to create a little monster if I continuted to act as though no and I don't love you were synonomous.

That wish - that prayer - both men and women would have scorned me for - But, Father, Thou wilt not despise! I said, and felt that it was true.

and Father's fondness for talking about farting and going to the bathroom is disgusting.

But the idea of spending entire days in someone else's office doing someone else's work did not suit my father's soul.

I wish I had a secret I could let you in on, some formula my father passed on to me in a whisper just before he died, some code word that has enabled me to sit at my desk and land flights of creative inspiration like an air-traffic controller.

Not long after our final lesson, on one of our Sundays at the lake, my father and I were walking along the shore when he noticed a small rock shaped like a bird. When he picked it up, I saw the quick gleam of satisfaction in his face and felt in an instant that I had less power to please him than a stone.

My father who art in hell, Lestat be your name.

As for his father, he saw death in the falling leaves.

The old gods go into the sun, into the fire, or they meet with obliteration through violence, or they bury themselves in the deepest earth never to rise again. But the Mother and the Father go on forever, and they do not speak.

In memory I went back to the days in Rome when I had been mortal, and there was my garden, the garden of the villa of my father, and I was walking in the soft grass and listening to the sound of the fountain, and then it seemed that all through time, the garden changed but never changed, and it was always there for me.