Quotes About Father

no matter who else loves her, I am her father and my love counts most.

love Italy — I love my Florence. I love that 'hole of a place,' as Father Prout called it lately — with all its dust, its cobwebs, its spiders even, I love it, and with somewhat of the kind of blind, stupid, respectable, obstinate love which people feel when they talk of 'beloved native lands.' I feel this for Italy, by mistake for England. Florence is my chimney-corner, where I can sulk and be happy.

My father's ambiguous smile swam before my eyes.

He looked so terribly young, a slender boy with a boy's narrow shoulders and his father's, green, green eyes.

Caitlin Conn was a lousy liar. In her father's house, refusing to lie had been rebellion, and under those circumstances the small rebellions kept one sane. You asserted any control you could; you defended any part of your identity you could own. Lying would have been safer, it would have diverted Alasdair's attention.

Kadiska and my father looked like spots of smoking blood against all that white, stepping away as the Queen came toward us.

Keith let his tail rise cockily, picture of a returning Prince, and trotted down the slope through cold reflected moonlight to his father's door.

How could I ever love anything else, once having been loved of thee? I can't comprehend thy logic, Father of lies. Both ends against the middle. Like a two-headed serpent devouring itself. Christ. What canst thou hope maintain?" Lucifer smiled only and into the sadness of that smile Kit knew the answer. "Oh. For the love of God.

May the enemies you make be interesting ones." "My father used to say that." "Your father"-the smile made itself patent-"was an interesting enemy." "Yes." Tristen rubbed his fingertips in circles against the heels of his hands, making how armour rasp. "I recall.

Petty vengeance had been well within his father's capabilities, and using children to control their parents was an established family technique.

I don't know what's come over this place,' Maud stated. 'However, the Lord did, so in despair He showed me what I had better do.' 'And did the Lord suggest your sticking up your father for ten shillings?' 'No, I thought of that,' said Maud, not turning a hair.

I wonder where father's gone. He repeatedly goes out but never comes in.

I usually describe my father as a man given to impenetrable solitude. If I turn the phrase I can apply it to Johnny. Impenetrable happiness. For a long time I couldn't enter his life because his happiness, or appearance of happiness - his unending smiles - locked the door. An ingenious strategy, to surround the thorns with a castle.

I heard a wisp of regret in Dad's voice and pictured him angled against the stove in the

Then, for an instant, he was engulfed in the vivid patience, the impersonal benevolence, and the personal affection of his Father. He was reminded: 'You followed Lucifer in order to follow his thinking.

She had often heard her father quote that proverb; he said it was invented by fools to save them the trouble of thinking. " 'Don't meddle in what you can't mend!' " he would growl at her. "And how do you know it's past mending? There'll be time enough not to meddle after you've looked into the matter. At least you could try to satisfy your mind first.

Vitamins ruined my life. Not that there was much left to ruin, but still. I know that blaming vitamins for my horrible life sounds strange. After all, vitamins are supposed to keep people healthy. Also, they're inanimate objects. But thanks to them I was stuck in the Jackson Center Mall watching my father run around in a bee costume.

no ideology can protect a son from the unwelcome inheritance of his father's ambitions.

am not going to say anything more about this. But I loved him, my father. I did.

He had died on his bed, the same bed that my father had died on many years earlier.

At David's service in a funeral home in the city—which was then, and is now, all a blur to me—I do remember Becka whispering to me, "Dad wishes he could sit up here with us." "He said that to you?" I asked, turning to look at her, and she nodded solemnly. Poor William, I thought.

He had been petrified by what he saw there in Germany. He must have been deeply haunted by his father's role in it. Unspeakably frightened. It had unmoored him.

They were Whigs (Shaftesbury's father had even been founder of the Whig Party), not just because they were strong Protestants but because they believed, contrary to Berkeley, that men were born with a desire to be free, in their own lives and in their political arrangements.

Christianity also offered a hereafter, in which every soul would be judged according to its merits, just as Plato related in his Republic: except that the judges were not mythic figures from a shadowy pagan underworld, but the awesome team of Father and Son and Their heavenly angels.