Quotes About Father

I went to watch my father at Silverstone in the early 1950s, and I've still got the car he was in.

Don't wear yourself out Dad. Is that your way of telling your old man to shut up?

Do You know what ghosts are, Stuey? I'll tell you. They're secrets haunting the memories of the living. So long as we carry their secrets, they refuse to leave. They wait." "Wait for what?" "To be forgotten. My father has been gone for sixty years, but" — he tapped the side of his head — "he's still here. He never left.

Elaine turned to her father in her distress. 'Father will you give me permission to ride after Sir Lancelot? I must reach him. Otherwise I will go out of my mind with grief.' 'Go, good daughter. Rescue him, if you can.' So she made herself ready for the journey, weeping all the time. Gawain himself rode back to the court of the king in London" –The Fair Maid of Astolat

Burning aviators, clots of fire. The reeking night jar in our bedroom in Muswell Hill. Children skipping round me in a school yard, shouting taunts. My ship Lilith. London's winter cold and dark. The smell of ground sliced open in Regent's Park, my father's pale prisoner's face, his white hands on a table in the visiting hall. There it is. That was my war.

There's a joke that when the economy got tough for Vito and his father, they laid off judges, politicians and CEOs.

If my father could not abide Christianity, he had no objections to individual Christians.

Human fathers give human life, animal fathers give animal life, God the Father gives divine life. It's called grace.

It is an a fortiori argument: if even the veneration of a beloved father's relics after he dies is a good thing, how much more the veneration of a saint's?

Jesus teaches us what the Father teaches Him (John 7:17), He speaks what the Father speaks (John 8:2–11), and He says what the Father says (John 14:10). All of which comes from the Father through the Spirit: "For the one whom God has sent speaks the words of God, for God gives the Spirit without limit" (John 3:34).

The way Dad's face changes. The darkness. The words. The news that tells me what has just happened in a place at the bottom of the world. What does "crevasse" mean? I am shouting now. Screaming. WHAT DOES "CREVASSE" MEAN? I wanted it to go away. Every part of me, every nerve in my brain, was trying to dull the image, to shove it away, make it disappear.

Around about now, young John Owen comes out of the shack lugging my old musket from the War. At six years of age, our youngest boy already knew his business. Not a word, just brings the shooting iron somewhat closer so's he don't waste powder, then hoists her up, set to haul back on the trigger. I believe his plan was to shoot this feller, get the story later.

Being with his father was like watching somebody drown.

I'm sorry, Leon said. I can see you loved your two friends and you miss them, and maybe they're flying around somewhere in the sky, zipping here and there and being spirits and happy. But you and I and three billion other people are not, and until it changes here it won't be enough, Phil; not enough. Despite the supreme heavenly father. He has to do something for us here, and that's the truth. If you believe in the truth--well, Phil, that's the truth. The harsh, unpleasant truth.

She did not move. Nor did she scream or faint; her only actions were to draw back the hem of her dress from where it brushed the shiny dome of his skull and to breathe deeply, several times, with her eyes shut. Her father had taught her this as a remedy for panic. He had taught her well; it worked.

Her father was lying back in his chair, lazy and powerful, his eyes as fierce as his dæmon's. She didn't love him, she couldn't trust him, but she had to admire him, and the extravagant luxury he'd assembled in this desolate wasteland, and the power of his ambition.

Du hast gesagt, ich sei ein Krieger [...] Du sagtest, das sei meine Natur und ich dürfe mich nicht dagegen wehren. Aber du hattest Unrecht, Vater. Ich habe nur gekämpft, weil ich musste. Über meine Natur kann ich nicht bestimmen, wohl aber über mein Handeln. Und das werde ich, denn jetzt bin ich frei.

Will said to his father's ghost, "You said I was a warrior. You told me that was my nature, and I shouldn't argue with it. Father, you were wrong. I fought because I had to. I can't choose my nature, but I can choose what I do. And I will choose, because now I'm free.

I am their father.

I am not impressed by the White House!" my father cried, hammering on the table to shut her up after she'd said "the White House" for the fifteenth time. "I am only impressed by who lives there. And the person who lives there is a Nazi.

Before that night, I'd had no idea my father was so well suited for wreaking havoc or equipped to make that lightning-quick transformation from sanity to lunacy that is indispensable in enacting the unbridled urge to destroy.

Pensando na morte de seu irmão - e no ataque mortal do pai - me peguei comparando aquele sorriso seu com um curativo sobre uma ferida. (p.75)

what I saw was my bewildered father, alone on the darkening street-corner by the park that used to be our paradise, thinking himself and all of Jewry gratuitously disgraced and jeopardized by my inexplicable betrayal.

It was the first time I saw my father cry. A childhood milestone, when another's tears are more unbearable than one's own.