Quotes About Father

When I was growing up in New York City, my father was a taxi driver for a time.

In junior high in Germany I fought kids all the time. I had such a bad temper, I almost got thrown out of school. A few lickings from my dad got me out of that scene. He wore me out with a paddle.

All my brothers and sisters have stories about Dad like this. I remember, when my sister was about to beat him in checkers for the first time, he knocked the board over.

I grew up watching science fiction with my dad. It was kind of our little secret. It was our bonding time as father and daughter.

My father [Joe Germanotta] opened a restaurant. It's so amazing... it's so freaking delicious, but I'm telling you I gain five pounds every time I go in there.

Is this a fit time, said my father to himself, to talk of Pensions and Grenadiers?

My dad is actually a manic depressive, which is very exciting half the time.

[My father] had spent his own short time like a priest in charge of a relic, forever expecting the blessed blood to liquefy.

I grew up in the Southern Baptist Church, where my father was a minister at music, so I sang in the church all the time.

I wanted to travel with my dad to be close to him again. Having babies and raising my own family took so much of my time, I didn't have a chance to be with him very often.

I'd pick - my father would bring home about six newspapers. We had 10 in Boston at the time.

In discarding the monkey and substituting man, our Father in Heaven did the monkey an undeserved injustice.

Courts musn't interfere and separate families if they could help it. Said he'd druther not take a child away from its father.

My father was an amazing man. The older I got, the smarter he got.

My father was a proudly antisocial man who spent most of his time at a typewriter, reflecting negatively on his neighbors and society, throwing in things like Goddamn it, you've got to be kind. The emphasis was on the Goddamn it. He was proud of the fact that I had no friends

What did God really know about brothers (or for that matter sisters)? He was after all an only child and before it all an equally lonely father.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.

Is this yours?' 'Yes, Papa.' 'Do you want to read it?' Again, 'Yes, Papa.' A tired smile. Metallic eyes, melting. 'Well we'd better read it then.

Papa was an accordion. But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

Stealing is what the army does. Taking your father, and mine.

Herr Vogel from Heide Strasse. "Made all his money from his father. He throws it away on women

His church is the old one at the edge of town, and I now realize why he's chosen to live here. The church is too far away for him to really help anyone, so this is the best place for him. It's everywhere, on all sides and angles. This is where the father needs to be. Not in some church, gathering dust.

Keep playing Papa. Papa stopped. He dropped the accordion and his silver eyes continued to rust.