Quotes About Grandfather

His grandfather had risen on the battlefield, was promoted to an earldom and given Bothwell Castle in Lanarkshire.

I've spent hours and hours doing research into Appalachian folk music. My grandfather was a fiddler. There is something very immediate, very simple and emotional, about that music.

Grandfather! I am the last of the living in this desert.

As a surgical patient, by means of a local anaesthetic, can look on with a clear consciousness while an operation is being performed upon him and yet feel nothing, I could repeat to myself some favourite lines, or watch my grandfather attempting to talk to Swann about the Duc d'Audriffet-Pasquier, without being able to kindle any emotion from one or amusement from the other.

My grandfather got me mad and I peed inside his orange juice and asked him if it's tangy.

I was a child of a tech family. My grandfather was a nuclear physicist and was always a gadget guy.

I have family in Ponce. It's a shame that my grandfather passed and I wasn't able to be there with him.

You might be a redneck if your grandfather completely executes the pull my finger trick at the family reunion.

I think someone in the union has the right to a private vote, and that's why I'm anti-card check. I grew up in a union family. My grandfather was a coal miner; he was in the union.

My family was very supportive of whatever I wanted because my grandfather was an opera singer. My dad's dad. So my dad has an appreciation for the arts, and he let me choose my own path.

Lost…What if all of the folklore elements your grandfather spoke of—actually were?What if there was only a paper thin separation of less than one degree?Who would save you? How would you survive?

I might go alone as far as the porch of Saint-André-des-Champs: never did I find there the girl whom I should inevitably have met, had I been with my grandfather, and so unable to engage her in conversation.

Thanks to the gods I didn't spend much time while growing up with my grandfather's mistress and preserved the flower of my youth, waiting for the proper time to demonstrate my virility.

There are flying grandfathers. But I intend to be an orbiting grandfather.

I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.

my grandfather laid claim to all the virtues. Vice was the only thing left to me." Clare scowled at him. "The old earl has been dead for four years, and you're a grown man. Find a better excuse, or learn better behavior.

Leaving the appointment as Lord Limner to your grandfather's brother? Come, Zaragosa, why would a family of such power as you describe willingly step away from Court? It makes no sense.

But I hate being a grandfather. It's indecent. In my mind's eye, I'm still twenty-five. Thirty-three max. Certainly not sixty-seven, reeking of decay and dashed hopes. My breath sour. My limbs in dire need of a lube job. And now that I've been blessed with a plastic hip-socket replacement, I'm no longer even biodegradable. Environmentalists will protest my burial.

Red is one of my favorite colors, but blue is my first favorite, because when I was 6 years old, I lived with my grandfather in Seattle, me & my grandfather used to sit outside and look up at the blue sky."

Why would other Italians have shunned Joey's grandfather? Was it a case of "close the door behind you?" Were they worried that newcomers would damage the foothold they'd established in the US?

Teddy taught me about kindness, about love that is unconditional; a sentiment not dependent on acceptance, approval, or the expectation of something in return. It was the first time I would ever feel this from a man who wasn't my grandfather. And I didn't know what to do with it at all. If only I'd embraced our differences sooner. I didn't know it then, but we had so little time left.

When I walk the path between the gardens everyone is there, Mama and Papa, the aunts, Caleb and Jack. Aunt Harriet plays the flute-- But the best thing of all is that Grandfather is there waiting for me, smiling. He gives my dog husband a bone. "Be good to Cassie," he says. "Oui," says Nick. I am astonished. I have never heard Nick speak French words. "You speak French!" I cry. "I retrieve, too," says my dog husband.

The aunts will love this, Jacob," said Mama. "You can pick them up at the train in style." "Better than three old women on a dapple-gray horse," said Grandfather. Papa looked back over his shoulder at Jack, who sat quietly, looking at the prairie pass by. "Zeke could handle it," he said softly to Grandfather. "Not sure the aunts could," whispered Grandfather.

What's your horse's name?" I asked Grandfather. "Jack," said Grandfather. "Papa had a horse named Jack, too," I told him. Grandfather didn't answer. "Sarah's right. You and Papa are alike," I said. I knew Grandfather wouldn't answer. And he didn't.