Quotes About Father

Even in sleep, dreamily I leap from the top stair to grab the arrow about to pierce my father's chest. I saved him I think for a moment then the feeling, no, that isn't so.

He wants a fifteen thousand pound settlement. Fifteen thousand! He says you're a great deal of trouble. She hesitated for one startled moment before choking back a laugh. I am. I thought so. He leveled Drew a look. If I pay you the fifteen thousand, do you swear to keep her? Drew reared back his head. Forever? Her father scowled. Forever. Oh, I suppose. He gave a long-suffering sigh. If I must. She bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from laughing outright.

That first scream, my lord, was indeed your daughter, my wife, and if you kill me, your grandchild will be quite without a father. Won't you come in?

What will become of you and me (This is the school in which we learn ...) Besides the photo and the memory? (... that time is the fire in which we burn.) Avid its rush, that reeling blaze! Where is my father and Eleanor? Not where are they now, dead seven years, But what they were then? No more? No more?

My father is dead! As soon as he'd said it, Fiskadoro saw he'd made it true again--again for the first time. Did it just go around and around? He began to see that his sorrow wasn't simple. It wasn't one thing, but a thousand things carrying him away to the Ocean: the work of a person's life was to drink it.

A child, I'm miserable admitting it, a child stands like a priest under his father's sky. Why do you fate me to fail you?

Queer theory is] the bastard child of the gay and lesbian movement and postmodern literary theory, which like other unwed mothers has been very loath to acknowledge the father.

Joe closed his hand over the watch and it was still warm from his father's pocket, ticking against his palm like a heart.

Your father picks you up from prison in a stolen Dodge Neon with an 8-ball in the glove compartment and a hooker named Mandy in the back seat.

If anyone loves the things of the world the love of the father is not in him" (1 John 2:15).

Sigmund Freud, the father of psychiatry and an atheist, theorized that one's attitude toward one's father largely shaped one's attitude toward God.

I am the man my father loved and was.

Roger speaking to Brianna: It's too important. You don't forget having a dad. You do remember your father? No. I remember yours.

Ian, man, I didna tell ye because I didna wish to lose you too. My brother was gone, and my father. I didna mean to lose my own heart's blood as well. For you are dearer to me even than home and family, love.'She cast a lopsided smile at Jamie. 'And that's saying quite a bit.

That's for calling your father a fool. It may be true, but it's disrespectful. Brian Fraser to teenage Jamie

Father to son. And with that thought, all the disconnected, fragmentary, scattered fancies in his brain dropped suddenly into a single, vivid image: Jamie Fraser, seen from the back, looking over the horses in the paddock at Helwater. And beside him, standing on a rail and clinging to a higher one, William, Earl of Ellesmere. The alert cock of their heads, the set of their shoulders, the wide stance—just the same.

Roger was on the whole rather glad that her father was not present, since he would certainly have taken paternal umbrage at the sorts of thoughts Roger was thinking; thoughts

But he found the wall of prayer a barricade between himself and the wicked sly thoughts and, closing his eyes briefly, felt his father walk beside him and Brian Fraser's last kiss soft as the wind on his cheek. —

also was remembering the baronet who might have been his father. He reached

William paid little heed to what was said, his own attention distracted by the sight of two slender white figures that hovered ghostlike among the bushes at the outer edge of the yard. Two capped white heads drew together, then apart. Now and then, one turned briefly toward the porch in what looked like speculation. " 'And for his vesture, they cast lots,' " his father murmured, shaking his head. "Eh?" "Never mind." His father smiled

My father," he said abruptly. "Pa—Lord John, I mean. He knew—knows?" "Yes." Thin ice again. I didn't think he had any idea that Lord John had married Isobel principally for his sake—and Jamie's—but didn't want him going anywhere near the question of Lord John's motives.

When she was small, she would wake on summer mornings to hear the chatter of her father's lawnmower underneath her window; his voice calling out in greeting to a neighbor. She had felt safe, protected, knowing he was there. More recently, she had waked at dawn and heard Jamie Fraser's voice, speaking in soft Gaelic to his horses outside, and had felt that same feeling return with a rush. No more, though. It

If conditions there are half as bad as I think they are," his father had told him, while overseeing the loading of the mule, "the commander would lend you the services of half a battalion in exchange for this, let alone a surgeon.

I love being a husband and a father. That aspect of my life has been a joy.