Quotes About Father

He remembered how his father had told him that when it snowed even humans could see the wind, and it was so. He watched as gusty eddies danced and flickered, a single flake pausing for a moment to hover before his eyes, a twirling crystal of light, the exhale of his warm breath causing it to dance away even as it melted.

But a father is more than a person, he's in fact a society, the thing you grow up into.

Humph. Like hell. James Whitehorn Honeycutt would simply have to find another way to merge Honeycutt Foods with Reedwater Snacks. Regardless of what her father thought, the merger wasn't worth her freedom, or her happiness. She wasn't some medieval bride to be bartered off like a herd of cattle and a milk goat, for pity's sake. She was a woman who wanted more, who wanted to make her own decisions, her own choices. It saddened her

bold as to ask a question, miss?" In the process of removing the dratted veil from her head, Lou sighed patiently. Though she was certain Jaynes had played a part of spy for her exasperating overprotective father, Lou had

The value of just one soul is greater than any single thing upon this earth. For there can be nothing greater than raising a child in preparation for that journey back to where he came from, a place where his immortal father lives, a place known as heaven, a place called home.

He was a heavy breather. You could hear him puffing and blowing into the mike up there like some large and sweaty animal. I don't like that, never have. My father is like that on the telephone. A lot of heavy breathing in your ear, so you can almost smell the scotch and Pall Malls on his breath. It always seems unsanitary and somehow homosexual.

He was like my father. They each wanted me to be their audience, to hear the things they needed to express.

But if I had to I would say that because I was his son, I can recognize now that life is short and has inadequacies, that once again it requires crucial avoidances as well as fillings-in to be acceptable.

What, exactly, is a father if not a man who, once you're grown and gone and out in the world making your own mistakes, all good advice be damned, waits patiently for you to return? And if you don't, well then, you don't. He understands that risk. He knows whose choice it is.

Father can be the person you most hate and most fear, yes, but deep down you expect that he'll be the one to save you.

his father had pointed up and shown him Polaris, hanging up there like a diamond pin holding the black, black sky in place.

Papa, do you like my new friend? Frances Catherine asked when they were halfway across the field. I surely do. Can I keep her? For the love of...No, you can't keep her. She isn't a puppy. You can be her friend, though, he hastily added before his daughter could argue with him. Forever, papa? She 'd asked her father that question, but Judith answered her. Forever, she shyly whispered. Frances Catherine reached across her father's chest to take hold of Judith's hand. Forever, she pledged.

The little boy leaned against his father's chest and slowly nodded. Yes, he said. I heard all of the names, but I don't remember the other two… just the man who hurt Gillian. That's the name I most want, Brodick said softly. Who is he, Alec? Alec, please, Gillian began. Tell me, Alec. Who is he? Baron, Alec whispered. His name is Baron.

I'm never going to get these folds just so, she remarked. We'll practice that, too, Alec promised. She didn't start to blush until Father Murdock asked what else they were practicing. Perhaps I could lend my expertise, he suggested eagerly. A private matter, Jamie blurted out. We can't use your assistance, Father, but we both thank you for offering. Alec's devilish smile widened.

Gil came to stand beside her. How's your father handling this? His only daughter getting married. He's not happy about it. Oh, sure he is. No, he isn't, she insisted. He doesn't like Jack. Now, Sophie, how do you know that? Gil asked, thinking she was exaggerating. I know because he said, 'Sophie, I don't like Jack.

His father had promised to show him the world. They'd go to Egypt, he'd said, and climb the Pyramids. They'd go to China and take a nice long stroll along that Great Wall. They'd see the Eiffel Tower in Paris and the Colosseum in Rome and at night, by the light of the stars, they'd glide through Venice in a black wooden gondola. The moon above, he sang, is yours and mine...

and the sad demise of my father before I saw the light of day. Ulf was

It was a house halfway between this and that, between upper-middle-class luxuries and absentminded squalor. My father had been too distracted, while he was alive

Love the pride of the conquered nations, and leave them to honour their father and their mother.

Bloody hell, were you this annoying with my father?" "I fear I was more so, my lord. I was younger then and could go on and on and on—" "Good. The old bastard deserved a difficult time." "So many people believe.

My father sent him out to civilize the lost sons he'd neglected, but damn me if all I've seen him do is marry us off." "Oh dear, how dreadful!

Years later, my father made a passing reference to the uncanny-valley response—the human aversion to things that look almost but not quite like people. The uncanny-valley response is a hard thing to define, much less to test for. But if true, it explains why the faces of chimps so unsettle some of us.

My father was himself a college professor and a pedant to the bone. Every exchange contained a lesson, like the pit in a cherry. To this day, the Socratic method makes me want to bite someone.

intended as a dig at my father, the enterprise being another of science's excesses, like cloning or whisking up a bunch of genes to make your own animal. Antagonism in my family comes