Quotes About Fatherhood

No kid in the world, no woman in the world should ever raise a hand against a no-good daddy. That's already been taken care of: A Man Who Destroys His Own Home Shall Inherit the Wind.

Fathering makes a man, whatever his standing in the eyes of the world, feel strong and good and important, just as he makes his child feel loved and valued.

On his daughter, Ava: She is a relief from all the stress in my life; everyday she does something new and it is so amazing.

I have seven children by six different mothers. Maybe success was too good to me.

Sometimes, because of my success, I am afraid that I was not a good father. With the first two I was too strong, and with the other three I was too weak.

Va, mon enfant, dit le vieux Dantès, et que Dieu te bénisse dans ta femme comme il m'a béni dans mon fils.

Vos sois hijo mío, Dantés! —exclamó el anciano—. Sois el hijo de mi prisión. Mi estado me condenaba al celibato, y Dios os envió a mí para consuelo juntamente del hombre que no podía ser padre, y del preso que no podía ser libre.

Sauver un homme, épargner un tourment à un père, ménager la sensibilité d'une femme, ce n'est point faire une bonne oeuvre, c'est faire acte d'humanité.

Dieu vous a envoyé à moi pour consoler à la fois l'homme qui ne pouvait être père et le prisonnier qui ne pouvait être libre.»

Though he be not hedged in with ceremonial respect, his sons at least accost him with confidence; no settled form of speech is appropriated to the mode of addressing him, but they speak to him constantly, and are ready to consult him day by day; the master and the constituted ruler have vanished—the father remains.

Once I saw him crying over a deer a hunter had shot and left to die. I was stunned to see my strong father cry. But now if he were here, he would tell me that real strength has no boundaries. The more you feel, the stronger you are, I hear him say to me.

His wife was beside him, buried in pillows. He was fifty-one and would be a new father again by the end of the year. This morning, woken by the wind, he had put his thumb to each fingertip, counting decades.

I have only had one better name than Santa Claus. And it was not Ziggy. It was not Joe Ziggy, it was not Stanley or Livingstone, Brother, Son, Nephew, Friend, or Mr. Johnson. I have loved all those names. My best name is Daddy.

Everyday he got up. Before sleep wore off, he was who he used to be. Then, as his consciousness woke, it was as if poison seeped in. At first he couldn't even get up. He lay there under a heavy weight. But then only movment could save him, and he moved and he moved and he moved, no movement being enough to make up for it. The guilt on him, the hand of God pressing down on him, saying, You were not there when your daughter needed you.

but the often observed increased involvement of fathers in the toddler years may be linked to findings that fathers as a group are more likely than mothers to promote the adventurous exploration and challenging play that toddlers are now ready to join.

We'll see. Thanks for drawing your sword for me. I always had you down as a man to back the favourite.' 'So did I. But for a moment up there you reminded me of your father.' Pale-as-Snow planted his own boot on the wall beside Calder's. 'I remembered how it felt to follow a man I admire.' Calder snorted. 'I wouldn't get used to that feeling.' 'Don't worry, it's gone already.

Suddenly he felt that there had been so much he needed to say to his father. He had always supposed they would discuss the important things later. The profound things. But it would never happen. There had only been a fixed time in his presence, and Orso had pissed it all away talking about the weather, and there would be no more.

Vic's father was badass. Other dads built things. Hers blew shit up and rode away on a Harley, smoking the cigarette he used to light the fuse. Top that.

Why am I not good at anything?" "You're a good dad." "It ain't rocket science." No, Vic thought. It was harder.

Hurdle #5: The Silence of Our Dads. How much second-shift work did your father do? Probably not much. How much did he tell you about how to be a father and why it matters so much? Ditto.

addition, it's often hard for fathers to understand how deeply a daughter's perception of her own appearance influences her perception of her own worthiness, health, or morality.

Also, to be honest, my dad wanted me to be an athlete. And I think all sons want to prove something to their dad. So now, aged 35, I want to see what I can achieve physically.

I think everybody needs a father of sorts. Somebody that they can talk to or lean on or cry on his shoulder once in a while. And I don't know who that person would be in my brother's case, after my father passed away. There was no one alive that would be an adequate substitute. If he was looking to me for guidance, he didn't see any, and so he went on his own.

A friend tells a story about taking his ten-year-old son to a Jets game. The game was being played during a driving rain on a freezing cold day, and the Jets lost by twenty points to a team they were supposed to beat. As they headed toward the exits, the boy looked up, with tears in his eyes, and asked, 'Dad, why are we Jets fans?