Quotes About Father

That world seemed to have vanished, but for a long time the image I had of my father, which I still preserve today, was that of a thin man wearing an old suit that was too large for him and a secondhand hat he had bought on Calle Condal for seven pesetas, a man who could not afford to buy his son a wretched pen that was useless but seemed to mean everything to him.

I stopped asking my father to take me to see Victor Hugo's pen, and he didn't mention it again. That world seemed to have vanished, but for a long time the image I had of my father, which I still preserve today, was that of a thin man wearing an old suit that was too large for him and a secondhand hat he had bought on Calle Condal for seven pesetas, a man who could not afford to buy his son a wretched pen that was useless but seemed to mean everything to him.

Recuerdo que aquel alba de junio me desperté gritando. El corazón me batía en el pecho como si el alma quisiera abrirse camino y echar a correr escaleras abajo. Mi padre acudió azorado a mi habitación y me sostuvo en sus brazos, intentando calmarme. —No puedo acordarme de su cara. No puedo acordarme de la cara de mamá —murmuré sin aliento. Mi padre me abrazó con fuerza. —No te preocupes, Daniel. Yo me acordaré por los dos.

Mi padre construyó este palacio para mí, ¿sabía usted? Dijo que me protegería del mundo. Pero ¿quién nos protege de nosotros mismos?

Gustavo Barceló was an old colleague of my father's who now owned a cavernous establishment on Calle Fernando with a commanding position in the city's secondhand-book trade.

Forgive me,' he whispered. I held my father's gaze. Sometimes he seemed to grow a little older just by looking at me and remembering. I stood up and hugged him quietly. He held me tight and when he burst into tears the anger and the pain he'd buried in his soul all those years gushed out like blood. I knew then, without being able to explain clearly why, that slowly, inexorably, my father had begun to die.

I STILL REMEMBER THE DAY MY FATHER TOOK ME TO THE CEMETERY OF Forgotten Books for the first time. It was the early summer of 1945, and we walked through the streets of a Barcelona

My father pretended to be reading his letters. He was a dreadful actor. 'Since when have you liked Wagner?

She discovered a city of shadows, one no longer inhabited by my father

After months of investigation, all the detective was able to recover was a broken wristwatch and the name of the man who had killed my father in the moat of Montjuïc Castle. His name was Fumero, Javier Fumero.

I had begun to understand that my father was ashamed that others might think him ignorant, a residue from a war which, like all wars, was fought in the name of God and country to make a few men who were already far too powerful when they started it even more powerful.

Sólo recuerdo que llovió todo el día y toda la noche, y que cuando le pregunté a mi padre si el cielo lloraba le faltó la voz para responderme.

I'd always say to her, 'All right, if you don't invite me, I won't go,' and she'd answer, 'I don't need to invite you to my home, Father. One only invites strangers.

No debe de tener miedo. Que los niños, al menos el suyo, vienen con un pan y un plan debajo del brazo, y que si uno tiene en el alma un mínimo de decencia y decoro, y algún seso en la cabeza, encuentra la manera de no arruinarles la vida y de ser un padre del que nunca tengan que avergonzarse.

and I remember my father, who had slept on that chair for seven nights, praying to a God in whom he did not believe.

Some things can only be seen in the shadows," my father said, flashing a mysterious smile probably borrowed from the pages of one of his worn Alexandre Dumas romances. Night watchmen still lingered in the misty streets when we stepped out of the front door. The lamps along the Ramblas sketched an avenue of vapor that faded as the city began to awake. When

Ahora mismo papá va a ir a tu habitación y le va a echar a patadas para que no vuelva nunca más. Nuestro hijo me lanzó una mirada desesperada. ¿Para qué sirve un padre si no es para misiones heroicas de esta envergadura?

On certain occasions—none of which should apply to you or to the immediate future—a father must be disobeyed.' 'Why?' 'Because some fathers, unlike yours, make mistakes when they judge what is best for their children.

By then I had begun to understand that my father was ashamed that others might think him ignorant, a residue from a war which, like all wars, was fought in the name of God and country to make a few men, who were already far too powerful when they started it, even more powerful. The Angel's Game

Nuestras miradas se encontraron brevemente. Al poco, mi padre se levantó y se refugió en su habitación, herido de silencio

I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.

His father, that austere, unfeeling and untutored man, had insisted his sons polish their boots every evening. Flett has learned to be grateful for this early discipline. It kept him breathing as a boy, provided a pulse, gave order to vast incomprehension. Later he found other ways.

father knocked on her door. "Kitten? May I come

To a peaceful August in Pompeii, then, saaid Flavia's father, and raised his cup in a toast. Pompeii, they all echoed, and raised their wine cups.