Quotes About Father

Behind every great man is a man greater, his father.

As you love His children, Heavenly Father will guide you, and angels will assist you.You will be given power to bless lives and rescue souls.

Like everything else, the beans had exploded with growth in the last few days. "Holy jumping garbanzos!" my father declared. My mother answered with, "Great leapin' limas!

When my father returned from the garbanzos, he verified my story about Dusty's illustrious career as an archaeologist. He wasn't too pleased about her having had a relapse, and gave her a good talking-to.

His fairy godfather in the legislature was Senator Murray Crane. Few persons influenced Coolidge's life more than Crane; his father, and Dwight Morrow perhaps, then Crane. So we must pause here a moment and consider Winthrop Murray Crane, twenty years older than Calvin Coolidge, a papermaker, who having been dead a decade and a half as these lines are penned Crane may well be called a statesman.

16. Yet it may, in part, be shadowed out in a similitude; namely the father is as it were, Deus intelligens, God understanding: the Son the express Image of the Father, is as it were Deus intellectus, God understood; the holy Spirit flowing and breathed from the Father by the Son, is as it were Deus dilectus, God beloved.

Why art thou silent and invisible, Father of Jealousy?

I'll shade him from the heat till he can bearTo lean in joy upon our Father's knee;And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,And be like him and he will then love me.

Most loving Father, who has taught us to dread nothing but the loss of You, preserve me from faithless fears and worldly anxieties.

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.

My father liked Iowa. He lived his whole life in the state, and is even now working his way through eternity there, in Glendale Cemetery in Des Moines.

My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!

The most important decision in Christian theology is to decide whether you will speak of God as a person or as a concept, as a name or as an idea. Talk about God as, to use Paul Tillich's term, "ultimate reality," and you will get a safe, dead abstraction that you can utilize in whatever salvation project you happen now to be working. Name God as Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, and God will enlist you in God's move upon the world.

It seems to me that when you look back at a life, yours or another's, what you see is a path that weaves into and out of deep shadow. So much is lost. What we use to construct the past is what has remained in the open, a hodgepodge of fleeting glimpses. Our histories, like my father's current body, are structures built of toothpicks.

I sat on the steps of my father's church thinking how much I loved the dark. The taste of what it offered sweet on the tongue of my imagination. The delicious burn of trespass on my conscience. I was a sinner. I knew that without a doubt. But I was not alone. And the night was the accomplice of us all.

Our histories, like my father's current body, are structures built of toothpicks.

His father had been murdered fifteen hundred miles away. He was just gone. He became the emptiness of the cabin, and that's how Ren had thought of death. Emptiness. A grabbing at air. A conversation stopped in mid-sentence. A body from which the soul had simply departed.

As Cork drove away, he leaned out the window of his Bronco and called out to his children a father's wish and a father's blessing: "Be good.

In a way, he was afraid that to let go of the grieving would be to let go of his father forever.

I had a childish attraction to men of my father's generation, as if I still harbored a faint hope of being unorphaned, even at this late date.

Also, it must be said, I had a childish attraction to men of my father's generation, as if I still harbored a faint hope of being unorphaned, even at this late date.

She was not a writer herself but she was a very good reader, passionate and eclectic in her tastes, and my father had great faith in her judgments.

My dad left when I was 3 1/2, and he left my mom and I.

I can't remember a major league game where I could make eye contact with my dad. I kept wondering if he was going to yell at me for hanging a pitch or something.