Quotes About Father

My father taught me to work; he did not teach me to love it. I never did like to work, and I don't deny it. I'd rather read, tell stories, crack jokes, talk, laugh - anything but work.

A dad is someone who holds you when you cry, scolds you when you break the rules, shines with pride when you succeed, and has faith in you even when you fail.

My father to me is kind of like my hero, the strongest guy I ever met in my life so I want to be there for him just like he was always there for me my whole life.

A woman broke up with me and sent me pictures of her and her new boyfriend in bed together. Solution? I sent them to her dad.

When I was in high school, I got in trouble with my girlfriend's Dad. He said, 'I want my daughter back by 8:15.' I said, 'The middle of August? Cool!'

It seems to me people tend to forget that we are to love our enemies, not to satisfy some standard of righteousness but because God their Father loves them.

Fine tuning,' Father explains. 'But will the Rolls-Royce make it to Ukraina?' 'Of course. Why not?

Only the image of my father is unclear, as if something obscure but vital has been blotted out, and only the raging surface is left. Who is he, this man whom I have known and not known all my life?

My dad was a mime and then he had his company and created plays for children and was very successful with it.

Still Dev missed him. Not all the time or even very often, but now and then, missing would hit Dev, throw him off balance, a sudden, undeniable ache to know his father, how his voice sounded, what his face did when he read the paper or looked at his son. And the missing wasn't fair; it wasn't earned. In fact, the missing, the searching, the imagining were so unfair that when you put them all together, they looked a lot like betrayal.

what is it like to have a dad?

Anyway, that's how it is! Either they obey the law, or they're expelled!! And make sure they wear their veils correctly..." - "If hair is as stimulating as you say, then you need to shave your moustache!" My father actually said that.

He edged closer to his father's bones and sinews. Penny slipped an arm around him and he lay close against the lank thigh. His father was the core of safety. His father swam the swift creek to fetch back his wounded dog. The clearing was safe, and his father fought for it, and for his own. A sense of snugness came over him and he dropped asleep.

His father had never planted an orchard. No growing thing was graceless, but that scowling, snarling man, Hiram Linden, had seemed purposely to avoid all crops that flowered in beauty. All were utilitarian, sown with surliness and harvested with oaths. Ase was the first Linden of three generations to consider the earth and its bounty with reverence and affection, to long to adorn it as best he might during his tenure.

He is not my father." "So said every unhappy daughter.

We fixate on sins of commission: Don't do this, don't do that—and you're OK. But that is holiness by subtraction. And it's more hypocrisy than holiness! It's the sins of omission—what you would have, could have, and should have done — that break the heart of your heavenly Father.

what God loves more than anything else is childlike faith. It's our childlike faith, not our theological vocabulary, that moves the heart of our heavenly Father. It's simple childlike trust. It's the bedrock belief that God is bigger than our problem, bigger than our mistake, bigger than our dream.

Every act of obedience, no matter how small, makes our heavenly Father proud. Every act of faith - even a faith as small as a mustard seed - puts on a smile on His face. Every sacrifice, no matter how insignificant it may seem to us, makes a difference.

Religious people are not fun... So, Jesus shows up and kids run around Him, want to be with Him. You know why? He's fun... God's a Father who likes His kids to have fun, so when Jesus shows up, the religious people get jealous because Jesus gets invited to parties and the religious people don't.

Do not love the world nor the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life, is not from the Father, but is from the world. The world is passing away, and also its lusts;

Paul wrote, "The love of money is a root of all kinds of evils. It is through this craving that some have wandered away from the faith" (1 Tim. 6:10). John warned, "Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him" (1 John 2:15), and again, "Little children, keep yourselves from idols" (1 John 5:21).

Baseball held particular significance for father and son. Though football dominated West Texas sports culture, it was baseball that captured young George's imagination.

The thing is, my father has about as much rhythm as a drunken octopus […]

It's a mean story, Helen fumed. An absentee father who demands that his children put him at the center of their lives and beg for his return. Sister Priscilla didn't think it was mean, apparently. She was so in love with God that she had married him, even though she would not see his face, hear his voice, or feel his embrace for as long as she lived. One of us, Helen, thought is flying blind.