Quotes About Father

Dad at breakfast today being very quiet. I notice he is clean shaven. I said to him, 'Vati, what has happened to the little beaver that used to live on the end of your chin?

Do you miss your dad?" And I said: "Who?

I said to Mum, "Vati is very very like David Beckham, isn't he? Apart from being porky, heavily bearded and crap at football.

I said with great dignosity, "Father, I am afraid I can't discuss my private life with you as I have a date with Lord of the Flies.

The day my father killed off my mother was the day he stopped knowing me.

The father of information theory, Claude Shannon (1916–2001),

My dad, like many Southern men, is this very emotionally expressive person who isn't as articulate in words about his feelings as he is with breaking a chair or something like that.

Peace and not war is the father of all things.

You see, Minka, my father would say. Anything is possible. Even the most terrible beast might one day be a distant memory. He would hold my hand in his, tracing my finger along the brightest stars in the constellation. Look, he would say. There is the head, and the tail. There's the heart.

She is quiet for a moment. have you ever been swimming in the summer, she asks, when a cloud comes in front of the sun? You know how, for a few seconds, you're absolutely freezing in th water and you think you'd better get out and dry off? But then all of a sudden the sun's back out and you're warm again and when you tell people how much fun you had swimming you wouldn't even think to mention those clouds. Cara shrugs. That's what it's like, with my father. -Cara

I used to sit in front of my father's Jag, watching the raindrops run their kamikaze suicide missions from one edge of the windshield to the wiper blade.

My father says that a fire will burn itself out, unless you open a window and give it fuel.

The new father finally hangs up the phone, laughing at absolutely nothing. Congratulations, I say, when what I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in stars so that she never, ever does to him what I have done to my parents.

A level of a house, his father has told him, is called a story. Nathaniel likes that. It makes him feel like maybe he is living between the covers of a book himself. Like maybe everyone in every home is sure to get a happy ending.

My father, a closet astronomer, has tried to explain black holes to me, how they are so heavy they absorb everything, even light, right into their center. Moments like this are the same kind of vacuum; no matter what you cling to, you wind up being sucked in.

There was blood, so much blood that it painted his face and stained his hair. There was blood, so much blood that several moments passed before I recognized my father.

My father died last year," Thomas said. "I still look for him in crowds.

Sometimes I think there's a beast that lives inside me, in the cavern that's where my heart should be, and every now and then it fills every last inch of my skin, so that I can't help but do something inappropriate. Its breath is full of lies; it smells of spite. And just at this moment, it chose to rear its ugly head. I blinked at my father, cranked the volume, and said—too loudly, "Pass the potatoes.

Is there any place on earth that smells better than a Laundromat? It's like a rainy Sunday when you don't have to get out from under your covers, or like lying back on the grass your father's just mowed--comfort food for your nose.

Her father contended the War was behind it all: any person who showed a shred of talent was sucked up by UNEF;

Hold it right there. You men from the bank? You Wash's boy? Yessir and Daddy told me I'm to shoot whoever's from the bank. Well, we ain't from the bank young feller. Yessir, I'm also s'posed to shoot folks serving papers. We ain't got no papers neither. I nicked the census man. Now there's a good boy.

Heidi, read me one of the hymns! I can feel I can do nothing for the remainder of my life but thank the Father in Heaven for all the mercies he has shown us!

Do not be deceived, my beloved brethren. Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning. (James 1:16–17)

There's One Person above all others who desires an extraordinary life for you. He is a Father who delights, like any good father, in the achievements and happiness of His children. His name is God! And nothing will please Him more than seeing you reach your highest potential.