Quotes About Father

Oskar Schell: If the sun were to explode, you wouldn't even know about it for 8 minutes because thats how long it takes for light to travel to us. For eight minutes the world would still be bright and it would still feel warm. It was a year since my dad died and I could feel my eight minutes with him... were running out.

Your dad didn't die, so I won't be able to explain it to you.

He promised us that everything would be OK. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be OK. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.

And when she said, Father, I love you , she was neither naive nor dishonest, but the opposite: she was wise and truthful enough to lie.

Allora il mio papà merita di stare nell'archivio' 'Cosa ti fa pensare che sia un bene starci?' 'Pechè vuol dire che uno è biograficamente significativo' 'E perché, questo è un bene?' 'Io voglio essere significativo.' 'Nove persone significative su dieci hanno a che fare coi soldi o con la guerra

My father's face, when he said that, dissolved into a stillness, a sad expression, sadder than human feeling.

The twins hid their bodies under their father's tallis, like ghosts. The horse at the bottom of the river, shrouded by the sunken night sky, closed its heavy eyes. The prehistoric ant in Yankel's ring, which had lain motionless in the honey-colored amber since long before Noah hammered the first plank, hid its head between its many legs, in shame.

No father knows that he is carrying his son up the stairs for the final time

In familia mea, tata este campion mondial la inchis discutii.

She went home with her father, the center of me followed her, but I was left with the shell of me.

Ci promise che tutto sarebbe andato bene. Anche se ero una bambina sapevo che non sarebbe andato così. Ma questo non faceva di mio padre un bugiardo. Faceva di lui mio padre.

Una vez, tu finado padre nos dijo que no se puede medir el tiempo por días, como el dinero por centavos o pesos, porque los pesos son iguales y cada día es distinto y tal vez cada hora. No comprendí muy bien lo que decía, pero me quedó grabada la frase.

On February 14, I received a telegram from Buenos Aires urging me to return home immediately; my father was not at all well. God forgive me, but the prestige of being the recipient of an urgent telegram, the desire to communicate to all of Fray Bentos the contradiction between the negative form of the news and the absoluteness of the adverbial phrase, the temptation to dramatize my grief by feigning a virile stoicism-all this perhaps distracted me from any possibility of real pain.

Sé que he perdido tantas cosas que no podría contarlas y que esas perdiciones, ahora, son lo que es mío. Sé que he perdido el amarillo y el negro y pienso en esos imposibles colores como no piensan los que ven. Mi padre ha muerto y está siempre a mi lado. (…) Nuestras son las mujeres que nos dejaron, ya no sujetos a la víspera, que es zozobra, y a las alarmas y terrores de la esperanza. No hay otros paraísos que los paraísos perdidos».

I leaned way back to gaze at the blanket of blue sky where a few small clouds hung, white as the fleece of a new lamb. "Even out on the ocean," Bill said, "Father Sky will be above us. We will never be forgotten by the sky.

The dedication: To John Vine Milne: My Dear Father, Like all really nice people, you have a weakness for detective stories, and feel that there are not enough of them. So after all that you have done for me, the least I can do for you is to write one. Here it is: with more gratitude and affection than I can well put down here.

Dad used to read aloud to us from Dickens and Kipling. My tastes were omnivorous. I read anything I could lay my hands on, but the memory that stays with me is that of my father reading the Jungle Books to us when we were young. Beautiful stories!

with large trunk full of highbrow books (Spengler etc.)', and Pound read The Decline of the West 'in return for tips on XV century'. He told his father that 'As S. seems to mean by "The West" a lot of things I dislike, I shd. like to accept his infantine belief that they are "declining"';

Por entonces, en octubre de 1902, el padre de Max, que obstinadamente desaprobaba el uso de abrigos, cogió una pulmonía. Murió tres días, después, a los cuarenta y cuatro años.

Oh, wonderful. I killed his father. He hates me. He knows how to make bombs. Come on, Wedge, how does this story end?

Xaphen swore an oath never to fail his primarch. Argal Tal did not. He spoke in a voice soft enough to break hearts, "We are heretics, father.

Nostramo. A lawless and sunless place. It burned not because it was guilty but because we failed to keep it innocent. Our laws failed the moment we sailed away to the stars and in desperate embarrassment our father incinerated the evidence of his failure.

Is that so wrong?' he asked his closest advisors. 'Is it so wrong of me to walk the ways of a visionary, a seeker, rather than a simple soldier? What is it within my father that renders him so thirsty for blood? Why is destruction the answer to every question he is asked?' Kor Phaeron clutched Lorgar's shoulder tighter. 'Because, my son, he is gravely flawed. He is an imperfect god.

If a country is to be corruption free and become a nation of beautiful minds, I strongly feel there are three key societal members who can make a difference. They are the father, the mother and the teacher.