Quotes About Father

Electra, grieving for death, for her father, as a nightingale grieving always.

None but a fool or an infant could forget a father gone so far and cold. No. Lament is a pattern cut and fitted around my mind—like the bird who calls Itys! Itys! endlessly, bird of grief, angel of Zeus. O heartdragging Niobe, I count you a god: buried in rock yet always you weep.

Like father like daughter, passionate, wild . . . she hasn't learned to bend before adversity.

your own father's hands that served his once bright eyes so well— that made them blind.

No pity for these things, there is no pity but mine, oh father, for the pity of your butchering rawblood death.

How, how could the furrows your father plowed bear you, your agony, harrowing on in silence O so long?

But now for all your power Time, all-seeing Time has dragged you to the light, judged your marriage monstrous from the start— the son and the father tangling, both one

I, with my eyes, how could I look my father in the eyes when I go down to death?

As much as Sajida once loved him, she thought it unjust that her daughter, forsaken by her father, should have any physical likeness to him at all.

I had a great dad and we had a great relationship, but he's still a part of my life.

The great challenge is to discover that we are truly invited to participate in the divine life of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

If I'm going for advice for anything in my life, I go straight to my father because he has the answers.

My father was a doctor so I was around death all my life. So, I was very used to it because he was a f-king doctor.

I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

I was brought up by my father to think that the best thing in life was to be charming, to have a nice smile, always to be liked.

I know that my dad not being in my life made a huge impact on me.

I think I created my particular stage persona out of my dad's life, and perhaps I even built it to suit him to some degree.

Father of fathers!

It's so interesting that the romantic side of my life comes from my father, who I really didn't even know that well.

There isn't a dude outside my dad who had greater influence on my life.

I grew up with lacrosse in my life because my dad played lacrosse all throughout college, so I grew up with the gear in my house - like the sticks, the helmet.

I destroyed that doll, hoping the sacrifice would somehow reverse time and bring my father back. I was a mad scientist and an angry child.

God never intends for our lives to be shaped by conformity to a list of abstract rules. Rather, he intends for them to be shaped by a joyous pursuit of greater and greater likeness to the character of our covenant Lord, our Father.

Is God really with us? The answer to the question is "yes." God has come to take up residence with us as one of us. How has that fact been accomplished? By giving him a human mother but no human father.