Quotes About Father

Love had turned into loss and she'd pushed it away, but somehow, impossibly, a bit of that love had remained. A girl's love for her father. Immutable. Unbearable but unbreakable.

Unlike me, Bobby will never know the nagging ache of an absent father; he will have the loss of his mother inside him, like a thin shadow on a bright day, standing close, but he won't have that dragging sense that he was unloved, somehow, unworthy

You could always tell when Dad was gone. Everything was easier and more relaxed in his absence.

room and went into her father's—which was

Veterinary arts?" Jane asked with a gasp. "Lucy, you must be mad." "I assure you I've all my wits about me," Lucy Abbington answered with a frown. No, she wasn't mad, but her life was about to change—dramatically. She'd long since recognized this as the truth, ever since her father had packed her

I started playing ball when I was a kid. My dad was a pro ball player and he passed on his knowledge to me.

Because Dad told you he'd be here forever. Because I thought forever was like Mars -- far away.

While our sight is limited, so is our formation. While salvation entails many things (forgiveness, imputation of righteousness and so on), ultimately, it entails a new relationship. The sinner, cut off from the Father by his wrath now stands before him as child. She who was once rejected before God is now the beloved before him.

Father, we thank you, especially for letting me fly this flight ... for the privilege of being able to be in this position, to be in this wondrous place, seeing all these many startling, wonderful things that you have created. (Prayer while orbiting the earth in a space capsule)

Finally, I see Damon the way Father had seen him: too imperious, too willful, too quick to make up his mind, and too slow to change it.

My father was, I suppose, a crank. He had a fine, precise mind which ignored what it was not interested in. Without being a misanthrope he was unsociable and non-conforming. He had his own unorthodox theories of education, one of which was that I should not be sent to school.

If poverty is the mother of all crimes, lack of intelligence is their father.

My father 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.

First and foremost, I'd say my father, Bert Lahr ... gave me a love of theatre--its kinetic and emotional potential and its raffish backstage fun--and also set an artistic example of the importance of corrupting an audience with pleasure.

Of all the contracts I had signed, this was perhaps the only one that my father could never have imagined me signing, for it traded what should never be traded. It delivered me into the unknown and erased my father's name. I could not know that this was just the first of many erasures.

That was what had finally broken through her blindness. Her father had saved his people and destroyed himself. As strong as he looked, inside he was a ruin, or perhaps a funeral pyre, like the Cusp- only instead of melted bones of ijji, he was made up of the skeletons of babies and children, including, as he had always believed, his own child: her. This was his remorse.

My father says most people who say they like poetry only pretend to like it.' 'I guess you like it?' 'I love it very much.' Her long hair swirled as she shook her head to correct herself. That's redundant. The word 'love' stands alone. 'Very much' only weakens it. I love words. Most people aren't very careful with them.

She instinctively realized her father secretly admired the randy prince. There was nothing sexier, she later learned, than a man who dared design his own destiny and who made no apologies for chasing pleasure.

The point is, we're investing our labor on a product that is consumed immediately and brings in small change." "Big Shot!" their father said. "You rather spend your precious time jacking off? Then shoot your wad about your own business and not mine.

Good morning, daddy!Ain't you heardThe boogie-woogie rumbleOf a dream deferred?

The surface of the pond was green with fallen leaves. "How could you have been happy there? I know what you thought, but Valentine was a terrible father. He killed your pets, lied to you, and I know he hit you- don't even try to pretend he didn't." A flicker of a smile ghosted across Jace's face. "Only on alternate Thursdays.

Warlock," he said. "I know who you are." Magnus raised his eyebrows. "You do?" "Magnus Bane. Destroyer of the demon Marabas. Son of—" "Now," said Magnus, quickly. "There's no need to go into all of that." "But there is." The demon sounded reasonable, even amused. "If it is infernal assistance you require, why not summon your father?" Alec looked at Magnus with his mouth open.

Words were weapons, his father had taught him that, and he'd wanted to hurt Clary more than he'd ever wanted to hurt any girl. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever wanted to hurt a girl before. Usually he just wanted them, and then he wanted them to leave him alone.

You cannot reduce the situation to worm jokes, Will. This is Gabriel and Gideon's father we're discussing." "We're not just discussing him; we're chasing him through an ornamental sculpture garden because he's turned into a worm.