Quotes About Father

The real test of an anchor is when there's a very big event. Sept. 11 is the quintessential example of that, and that day it took everything that I knew as an anchor, as a citizen, as a father, as a husband, to get through it.

I took one acting class as an undergrad, and I loved it. I was in a very avant-garde play at UCLA about a closeted, married homosexual. I played his father.

I took up acting upon the insistence of my filmmaker father, Kasthuri Raja. But I am glad for it: sometimes one identifies one's calling; sometimes it singles one out.

The fact I had my father as an adversary was such a powerful tool to work with. I subconsciously fought him to the degree that I drove me to be one of the most successful musician in the world.

Nobody teaches you to be a father. Nobody teaches you to be a husband. Nobody teaches you how to be a star. You have to learn to work with the tools.

I always preferred my father's pasta the next day, when he'd put it in a hot oven with heaps of extra cheese. It would emerge slightly burned and very crisp on top.

My dad was my hero. He was part of the D-Day landings and came back to Reading in 1945 - I was born in 1946 - so the house was full of soldiers who'd been to war and that was obviously the main topic.

Social progress is a big thing for me. Although science fiction is traditionally concerned with the hard sciences, which is chemistry, physics, and, some might argue, biology, my father was and still is a social scientist at the University of Toronto.

I remember tearing up the first time I read Nabokov's description, in 'Speak, Memory,' of his father being tossed on a blanket by cheering muzhiks, with its astonishingly subtle foreshadowing of grief and mourning.

My very first memory of being alive is being tossed in the air by my father and laughing and knowing, really knowing, that his was absolute joy.

My father was a Party member and he was a pretty high rank military officer under the colonel, junior colonel, I don't know the term. He was a total Stalinist. A bit with a streak of anti-Semitism and very shrewd man, a very kind of nervous man.

I had such total, unequivocal, enthusiastic encouragement to be an actress. Looking back, I really find that to be a total mystery. Don't ask me why. My father was just in love with the idea that I would be an actress.

I hated the idea that I would be like my father. Which is one of the reasons I decided I didn't want to be a writer and wanted to be an actor instead. I wanted to go in a total different direction. But, of course, I ended up being a writer anyway.

Everything they say a girl should get from her father in terms of total acceptance and love, I got all that from my father. But then I married a man just like my mother - so phlegmatic.

I don't remember much of my childhood. My father passed away when I was six, and sadly, I don't have the fuzziest, foggiest memory of him - what his voice was like, anything he ever said to me, nothing. My early years are a total blur.

W. Edwards Deming, the father of the quality movement, taught that any time the majority of the people behave a particular way the majority of the time, the people are not the problem.

One year later, nearly three decades after Tesla began the fight, the U.S. Supreme Court confirmed that Marconi's radio patents indeed infringed on Tesla's and therefore declared Tesla as the true "father of radio.

Marconi was awarded a Nobel Prize in 1911 for his "achievements" in radio, and was hailed as the "father of radio." Tesla was infuriated and, in 1915, sued Marconi for infringement on his patents. He didn't have the money to take on the flush Marconi, however, and the suit was dismissed.

Marconi was awarded a Nobel Prize in 1911 for his "achievements" in radio, and was hailed as the "father of radio.

Revival is the ultimate mirroring and accurate portrayal of the heart of the Father.

My role model is my dad.

Do you know the grief of it? I hope not. The grief that does not age, that does not go away with time, like most griefs and human matters. That is the grief that is always there, swinging a little in a derelict house, my father, my father. I cry out for him.

My fate, my fate as woeful as my father's, my ridiculous, heartless, funny fate.

Weißt du, mein Vater hat mir immer gesagt, verlieben geschieht automatisch. Gegen dieses plötzliche, alles ausfüllende Gefühl, das einen wie ein Blitz ereilt, ist man machtlos. ›Verlieben ist Zufall‹, sagte er immer. Aber Liebe …« Nele machte eine kurze Pause, in der die letzte Leuchte im Park ansprang und die Natur in ein schwefelgelbes Licht tauchte. »Liebe ist eine Entscheidung.