Quotes About Father-daughter

When you have little girls, you're the coolest person in the world. I know at some point that's going to end; in their adolescence I'll become the opposite of that, especially if I'm parked outside a high school party.

I know this is a weird niche, but a lot of my female friends have these strange stories where there their dads have seen the small successes of their daughters and have decided that they are creative as well.

I loved the Sunday funnies, and then, as I got a little bit older, I think my dad recognized that it was important for children, and especially girls, to have that time with their dad so that they could help develop their confidence and their critical thinking skills.

I do not think that I am a natural born mother... If I ever wanted to mother anyone, it was my father.

I think a lot of it had to do with, you know, I was always a daddy's girl. I was always wanting to please him, and I think he was pleased when he'd walk past my room and I was listening to those records.

Even 'Piku' was quite an experiment in terms of storytelling because on the surface nothing happens in the film. If you ask me what was the film about, it was about father-daughter fighting and the narrative captured their daily life.

My feelings towards my father were ambivalent in the extreme. I vacillated between craving his attention and hoping never again to hear his name. Love and hate are not incompatible emotions, I reflected. And while I neither loved nor hated him, I would never be indifferent to the man who had sired me.

Able to exist without regular doses of romance or flattery from my solitary farmer of a father. Able to cheerfully plant gardens of daisies among the inexplicable stone walls of silence that my dad sometimes builds up around himself.

Daddy - as I affectionately called him - and I were so similar in a lot of ways, and we shared that extra-special bond of professional wrestling and our careers.

When I was a little girl, my father, who was a high-ranking officer, pilot, and an avionics specialist in the United States military, would hoist me up onto the elevator - the flight control surface located at the tail of his airplane. From up there I could get a glimpse of the world as he saw it.

My dad really wanted to be in the Hall Of Fame, and it was something we talked about a lot.

You do believe I didn't do it, right?" For all I knew, he did think I was guilty and was just trying to help anyways. It wouldn't have been out of character. "I believe my sweet daughter is capable of murder," he said at last. "But not this one.

It took me a long time to figure it out. That I was the one who had put my dad on that pedestal. I did that, not him. And then I despised him for not being perfect. For being human.

Westerns were all daddy liked to watch. Give me some Clint Eastwood, some Charles Bronson, and I was a happy girl. It was our father-daughter bonding.

My dad's a very sensitive man, but as the archetypal rebellious teenager, I didn't realise that.

Her father had called Julia his rocket ever since she was a little girl—I can't wait to watch you fly, he'd say—and she was the one who fixed problems.

Papa always makes it clear that he would like to know me as much more rational and lucid than the girls and women he gets to know during his analytic hours.

The girl worked the clutch and the gas and the brake expertly with her right foot, just as her father had taught her.

the Brat—Victoria to her second-grade teacher, Vicki to her mother, but the Brat to her father and in her heart—was

She wants very badly for her father to say, Yes, that's it absolutely, ma chérie, but he says nothing.

Why am I a loser? She sat very still. Because it pleases my father.

But fathers are soft on daughters. Look how Dad favors Angela. He gave her ten times more. Because she reminded him of Mae West. He was always smiling at her boobs. He wasn't aware of it. Mother and I saw it.

She must be the apple of her father's eye for she was a plain girl with nothing in her face or figure to indicate she would not remain so. As for rebellion I couldn't detect the slightest twitch of it in her.

Boring, religious, and intellectually limited, Marie Leczinska was called one of the two dullest queens in Europe by her own father, the other dull queen being his wife. Marie