Quotes About Father

Sarah Byrnes was home with Lemery and safe from her father. I knew i didnt have to protect her anymore now that she is with someone I trust.

If so, did the law of "finders keepers, losers weepers" apply? Because if Billy could find the gold or jewels or winning Mega Millions Lotto cards—whatever treasure Dr. Libris had hidden on his island—he could buy himself a new iPhone. He could also pay for some of his father's silly toys and maybe get his mom a bunch of those blueberry pies she said she liked so much.

You're not exactly the father I'd choose for my children. (Coco Chanel)

Randy young couples in Naples don't even bother with lovers' lanes they simply park on any street and paste the windows with newspaper. A daughter with an encyclopaedic knowledge of current affairs is not something a Neapolitan father brags about. To ensure the undivided attentions of their partner some men prefer to paste the windows with the sports newspaper. Maybe that's why La Gazzetta dello Sport is pink—to enhance the mood.

My father and I are very similar and have a wonderful relationship, but we both stand by our opinions.

Earlier that year, at the hundredth anniversary of his Harvard club, a member was talking about the spirit of Harvard College and saying how glad he was that the school had produced neither "a Joseph McCarthy or an Alger Hiss." On hearing that coupling, Kennedy jumped from his chair. "How dare you compare the name of a great American patriot with that of a traitor!" and left the room. As for his father, the very thought

I think it's easiest to teach by example. My dad didn't tell us to work hard we just saw how hard he worked. I know I have shortcomings - like a short fuse - but I've learned you can't come home from a long day of work and snap at the kids.

I am an obsessive garage cleaner - my wife and the neighbors make fun of me. I remember that my father was the same way, and now when I'm out there unearthing things in the garage, I realize I am becoming my dad!

I don't miss my father, but without his shackles to strain against, the world is terrifying and vast. I have lost a kind of purpose, a reason to prove myself.

MY FATHER was a brilliant man, a true iconoclast, fiercely self-reliant, a dark genius, cruel, selfish, and eternally optimistic. Early in his sales career, a boss called him an "independent son of a bitch," which Dad took as the highest compliment he'd ever received. He wanted me to be the same way. Dad had no hobbies, no distractive activities. He didn't do household chores, wash the car

All of us have an earthly father whose image we carry buried deep inside, an image that manifests itself in ways unrecognizable to us but nevertheless professes the touch of another human being.

There was a great complexity to my father. He was a devoted family man. But, in the same breath, he simply was not suited to an anchored life. He should have been somebody who had a backpack, an old map, a bit of change in his pocket and that was it - roaming the world.

My dad was the biggest influence on my life because he was never boring.

No, I never thought about my father's money as my money.

Her father wanted to insulate her, to shelter her from harm, and in doing so he denied her the inoculation required to survive.

other, better, memories: making fried eggs with her dad, turning them over with a large black plastic spatula. "Not so fast, Molly Molasses," he'd say. "Easy. Otherwise the eggs'll go splat.

When I was seventeen I went to college to escape my father's impotent rage and my mother's infinite capacity for forgiveness.

Fallen from sonship, beggared of grace, Grant me. Father, a servant's place.

Henny was beautifully, wholeheartedly vile: she asked no quarter and gave none to the foul world, and when she told her children tales of the villainies they could understand, it was not to corrupt them, but because, for her, the world was really so. How could their father, said she, so fool them with his lies and nonsense?

What luck have I? I don't suppose you'll be anything but a cheap little accountant yourself—you haven't any chance to make money with a father like that.

When enraged, some divorced borderlines may deprive their children of contact with their father either to punish him or the children.

As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.

A woman broke up with me, and sent me pictures of her and her new boyfriend in bed together. Solution? I sent them to her dad.

I am not ashamed to say that no man I ever met was my father's equal, and I never loved any other man as much.