Quotes About Father

The only introduction to sports that I had before meeting my husband was Buffalo Bills football and Doug Flutely Flakes. My dad grew up in Buffalo and has been a Bills fan all his life.

I have lots of memories of my father. He was an incredible father. We all loved him to death.

My main memories of my father are of his illness.

He was an amazing father. I clutched my memories of him to my heart for so long, but he's a part of the world.

One of my earliest memories is my father telling me to behave because I'm about to meet and work with the greatest actor of all time. Then this old guy comes out and I was like, 'Pfff, he doesn't look anything like Luke Skywalker, I don't know what my dad is trying to tell me here.'

It seemed like most of the memories faded before they had time to form. And after a while, my life with my father seemed like a familiar story or a distant dream.

I have an evolving relationship with my father, and his memory, especially the older I get. I know that some of the things that interested him are things that interest me.

I have that memory of dancing on my father's feet to all the music my parents used to listen to.

Mental illness and depression are the reason why I no longer have a father.

There's a certain mentality that military brats have, you know? Especially if you're a male, and your father's the one in the forces.

Whenever I won an award in the NHL, I thought of my father and the pride he would get in reading about it and having people mention it to him.

I don't think my father was my mentor.

My dad, he's a great father, but he's also been one of my mentors.

My father was not a man you wanted to mess with.

My dad started off in scrap metal, real men doing men's jobs.

Michael is a great person and a great father, generous and caring.

When I was in college going through the draft process my dad was like, 'Hey Michael Jordan loves your game,' I'm like dad? This is before social media; this is before any of that so I'm like, 'Dad, get out of here, there's no way you can know that Michael Jordan likes my game.'

My own father flipped out on me when I told him we decided to ditch our doctor and go with a midwife instead.

Big Mike Meyer was my real dad as far as I was concerned.

I rightfully respect Killer Mike a hundred percent. He knows my father; he's known my father for years.

My loyalty to my father had increased in proportion to the miles between us.

There was no place at all for me in my father's military world.

My father was an outfielder in the Milwaukee system before he hurt his elbow.

I had a very artistic bohemian childhood. My father was an actor and a mime.