Quotes About Father

I love my father. It's not his fault that he made up a fear and, in order to make it feel more real to him, gave it to me. I was obviously built to receive it.

Some producer actually told Franny that profanity revealed a poor vocabulary and a lack of imagination. And Frank and Lilly and Father and I all loved to shout at Franny, then, and ask her what she had said to that. 'What an anal crock of shit, you dumb asshole!' she'd told the producer. 'Up yours - and in your ear, too!

It was not out of love that I wanted to meet my father, but out of the darkest curiosity - to be able to recognize, in myself, what evil I might be capable of.

These Princes of Maine, these Kings of New England, these orphans of Saint Cloud's - whoever they were, they were the heroes of their own lives. That much Homer could see in the darkness, that much Dr. Larch, like a father, gave him.

He's from Finland," Alice explained. "That means your father has gone to Helsinki, Jack.

This is a real-life story, Owen," I said. "It's not a mystery novel." In real life, I meant, there was nothing written that the missing father couldn't

Father was pretty good on the telephone; he counted the holes. Even so, Father still got a lot of wrong numbers, and they made him so cross that he invariably shouted to the persons on the receiving end of his calls—as if the wrong numbers had been their fault. "Jesus God!" he would holler. "You're the wrong number!" Thus, in this small way, did my Father and his Louisville Slugger terrorize a portion of New York.

One thing," Father said. Susie the bear put her paw on my hand, as if even Susie knew what was coming. "Just one thing," Father said. We were very quiet, waiting for this. "It mustn't look like Sorrow," Father said. "And you've got the eyes, so you've got to pick out the dog. Just make sure it in no way resembles Sorrow." —

As for my faith: I've become my father's son—that is, I've become the kind of believer that Pastor Merrill used to be. Doubt one minute, faith the next—sometimes inspired, sometimes in despair. Canon Campbell taught me to ask myself a question when the latter state settles upon me. Whom do I know who's alive whom I love? Good question—one that can bring you back to life.

Homer Wells cried because he'd never known how nice a father's kisses could be, and he cried because he doubted that Wilbur Larch would ever do it again-or would have done it, if he'd thought Homer was awake.

Jack's mother was particularly miserable when she discovered that she wasn't the only choirgirl who'd fallen in love with Jack's father, but she was the only one who was pregnant.

Frank, tell us what sex is," Franny would say, but Father would rescue us all by saying, in his dreamy voice, "I can tell you: it couldn't have happened today. You may think you have more freedom, but you also have more laws. That bear could not have happened today.

Desde entonces no volví a ser tan cariñoso con papá, y él sentía lo mismo hacia mí. Aquello no me gustaba nada. A veces deseaba que pudiéramos ser amigos como antes, pero había algo extraño que ninguno de los dos podíamos cambiar.

The God of the Christians is a father who is a great deal more concerned about his apples than he is about his children.

Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?

My father made sure that I had lots of levels of education – from ballroom-dancing to painting, commando training, theatre and magic.

Just like my father, I've always loved education. In school I was a member of the honor society.

I have to say I have an incredible musical education because of my father.

I inherited curiosity from my Dad.

My father was a slave to capitalist ideology. He didn't know what he was doing.""You mean you went to an expensive school?

Most of what I know about environmental conservation I learned from my father, who has been a leader within the movement for over 30 years.

My dad took me to my first movie. It was 'The Greatest Show on Earth' in 1952, a movie of such scale it was actually a traumatic experience.

Faith receives, day by day, what a loving Heavenly Father apportions.

I had stood beside my father's light. I had held Aeëtes in my arms, and my bed was heaped with thick-wooled blankets woven by immortal hands. But it was not until that moment that I think I had ever been warm.