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Quotes About Father

I'm never more encouraged than to hear someone talk about how eerie it is that I move like my father.
~ Michael C. Hall
It was my dad who encouraged me to come into films.
~ Govinda
My father was very encouraging.
~ Paolo Nutini
It's very hard to coparent when your ex or the father isn't encouraging the children in a way that both parents deserve when you are coparenting.
~ Shanna Moakler
Within the first six years of my life, if asked what Dad was to me I would have emphatically responded: 'Dad is fun!' This was my simple foundation for my enduring relationship with my father.
~ John Carter Cash
My father, an engineer, was the gentlest man I knew.
~ Kevin McCloud
God was going to be to me the father that I never had, the father that I didn't have enough of, enough time with.
~ Natalie Cole
Did I become an entertainer because my father died and I wanted to be what he loved? I don't know.
~ Gilda Radner
My father was a successful entrepreneur.
~ Charlie Trotter
When I was three, my father was three. When I was six, he was six... he needed me to escape from being 50.
~ Christopher Robin Milne
My dad was an ex-player, so he knew what he was saying. When we talk about football, he knows what he's talking about. We can talk all evening.
~ Marouane Fellaini
Every man plays many roles. So far, I have played father the best.
~ Dhanush
Why a raven?" "To honor my father." "The writing under it, is that Cyrillic?" "Yes." "What does it say?" "Dar Vorona. Gift of the Raven. I am my father's gift." "The raven is holding a bloody sword." "I never said it was a nice gift.
~ Ilona Andrews
After that leap, she really believed she might dare anything, because no matter what, if she jumped, her father would be waiting to swim by her side, stroke for stroke, into forever. Of course, she was nine and her dad was immortal. And nothing lasts forever.
~ Ilsa J. Bick
I am my father's son. But to be my father's son means they will always come for me. They will always come for me, and I will always succumb.
~ Ilyasah Shabazz
Four people sat in the big, shining automobile. Three of them were men. The fourth was a little girl. The little girl's name was Maida Westabrook. The three men were "Buffalo" Westabrook, her father, Dr. Pierce, her physician, and Billy Potter, her friend. They were coming from Marblehead to Boston.
~ Inez Haynes Irwin
I finally did work out a very good relationship with my father, but it was rough growing up. We had a lot of conflict, and I think it surfaced in many of my works.
~ Ira Levin
When I tried to sing by myself, I felt sad and empty, for inevitably my father's favorite songs came to me, and before I got to "und auf den Wiesen blühen die Blümelein rot und blau" (and on the meadows bloom the little flowers red and blue), I had to hide and cry. He was buried somewhere in France, and I was sure no one had planted a flower on his resting place. Who would have, for a soldier who had fought for Hitler?
~ Unknown
Vater unser, mach mir noch mit einem Wunder eine feine Bildung - das Übrige kann ich ja selbst machen mit Schminke.
~ Unknown
The saints in this life have God near them in all their trials, as a Father and Friend, to uphold, to comfort, to sanctify, though they see Him but darkly through a glass, and behold but little of His power and glory.
~ Isaac Watts
Sunday had spread all over the city. It looked as if the sun had smacked into the earth and broken into pieces and chunks of wet light were scattered everywhere -- in the streets, on the window panes, on puddles and roofs. I remembered a day long ago when Grandmother had cleaned a big fish. Her forearms were splattered with shiny scales. It was as if she had Sunday in her whole body. When my father got angry, he had Tuesday.
~ Ismail Kadare
A gentleman, my Lord Father, is such whether he is on earth or on the treetops
~ Italo Calvino
So, with my thoughts following my father's footsteps through the countryside, I fell asleep; and he never knew that he had had me so close to him.
~ Italo Calvino
Day by day as autumn tanned the valley around us, now with bright frost weather, now with rain carrying the first chill of winter, my father stayed in the dusk of his grief. That sandbagged mood, I understand now, can only have been a kind of battle fatigue-the senses blasted around in him by that morning of death and the thousands of inflicting minutes it was followed by.
~ Ivan Doig