Quotes About Father

If you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good gifts to those who ask him. —Matthew 7:11

Thank you, dear Father, for the grace to see you in the midst of our busy daily existence. — Mona Rottinghaus —

I pray for you constantly, asking God, the glorious Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, to give you spiritual wisdom. —Ephesians 1:16–17

All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. —2 Corinthians 1:3

Our heavenly Father's arms are gentle, but strong enough to carry us and all of our burdens. — Brad Dixon

Whatever is good and perfect comes down to us from God our Father, who created all the lights in the heavens. He never changes or casts a shifting shadow. —James 1:17

God is the ultimate good Father. — Jeanette Gardner Littleton

See how very much our Father loves us, for he calls us his children, and that is what we are! —1 John 3:1

Give your gifts in private, and your Father, who sees everything, will reward you. —Matthew 6:4

Helping others see why they are special is a great way to remind them of how the heavenly Father loves them and has made them unique. — Jeanette Gardner Littleton

Our heavenly Father gives us the desires of our hearts because we're special to Him. — Bev Schwind —

Grace, mercy, and peace, which come from God the Father and from Jesus Christ—the Son of the Father—will continue to be with us who live in truth and love. —2 John 1:3

Undeserving as we are, our heavenly Father hovers over us, rejoicing, caring for us, loving us with an everlasting love. — Sandi Banks —

When he mentioned family, I could only think of my father, my real father, the Long Island janitor with the impenetrable accent and true-to-life smells. My mind returned away from what Joshie was saying and I pondered my father's humiliation. The humiliation of growing up a Jew in the Soviet Union, of cleaning piss-stained bathrooms in the States, of worshipping a country that would collapse as simply and inelegantly as the one he had abandoned.

The past is haunting us. In Queens, in Manhattan, it is shadowing us, punching us in the stomach. I am small, and my father is big. But the Past—it is the biggest.

This was the upshot of twenty marriage-counseling sessions at the feet of a fat older Jewish woman who looked like half of Barry's relatives from the Bronx, the Cohens' ancestral seat before his father had struck out for Long Island with its burgeoning collection of pools in need of cleaning.

I wanted a song that would touch me, touch my life and theirs. A portuguese song, but not a portuguese. song. A new world song. A song branded with the new world. I thought of the girl who had to sleep with her master and mistress. Her father, the master. Her daughter's father. The father of her daughter's daughter. How many generations. Days that were pages of hysteria. their survival depended on suppressed hysteria.

We say that a man is as brave as an atrox, or that a woman is as lovely as a red roe, as [she] was. But we lack any such term for loyalty, because nothing we know is truly loyal---or rather, because true loyalty is found only in the individual and not in the type. A son may be loyal to his father or a dog to its master, but most are not...perhaps we are unable to advance some paragon of loyalty to an apothegm only because loyalty (in the final analysis) is choice.

When a father inquired about the best method of educating his son in ethical conduct, a Pythagorean replied: Make him a citizen of a state with good laws

Morality can go to its father the devil.

I think the warning labels on alcoholic beverages are too bland. They should be more vivid. Here is one I would suggest: Alcohol will turn you into the same asshole your father was.

No one knew where wandering men had their homes or their origin; and how was a man to be explained unless you at least knew somebody who knew his father and mother?

I wonder if any other girl thinks her father the best man in the world! Nonsense, child; you'll think your husband better. Impossible, said Mary, relapsing into her usual tone; husbands are an inferior class of men, who require keeping in order.

Oh, you dear good father! cried Mary, putting her hands round her father's neck, while he bent his head placidly, willing to be caressed. I wonder if any other girl thinks her father the best man in the world! Nonsense, child; you'll think your husband better. Impossible, said Mary, relapsing into her usual tone; husbands are an inferior class of men, who require keeping in order.