Quotes About Daughter

The relationship between father and his daughter - there is no other love like it and there never ever will be. It's beyond unconditional and is the best form of love there is.

It's about a father and daughter and the daughter's friend and her relationship with her current husband.

But your daughter doesn't say she's a demon; she insists she's the devil himself...

Chris explained. Beginning on the day after Regan's birthday—and following Howard's failure to call—she had noticed a sudden and dramatic change in her daughter's behavior and disposition. Insomnia. Quarrelsome. Fits of temper. Kicked things. Threw things. Screamed. Wouldn't eat. In addition, her energy seemed abnormal. She was constantly moving, touching, turning

Out, Himmler! Out of my sight! Go and visit your club-footed daughter! Bring her sauerkraut! Sauerkraut and heroin, Thorndike! She will love it! She will—!

Hamlet: For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god kissing carrion,—Have you a daughter?Polonius: I have, my lord.Hamlet: Let her not walk i' the sun.

One fair daughter and no more,The which he loved passing well.

the fisherman's daughter grinding serenity in her coffee grinder.

I like Mr. Dickens' books much better than yours, Papa. Said one of Thackeray's daughters.

It involves no disrespect for Mrs. Truman to say that her daughter gets a bigger hand than she does,' observed Richard Rovere. 'This country may be run by and for mothers, but its goddesses are daughters. Margaret's entrance comes closer than anything else to bringing down the house.

oe led her father out of the pub,

To see the full miraculous essentiality of the color blue is to be grateful with no necessity for a word of thanks. To see fully, the beauty of a daughter's face is to be fully grateful without having to seek a God to thank him.

A]nger in its pure state is the measure of the way we are implicated in the world and made vulnerable through love in all its specifics: a daughter, a house, a family, an enterprise, a land or a colleague.

You are the daughter of your Father, inheritor of the Earth, beautiful and blameless, chosen.

Beautiful. Worthy of the highest love. Powerful and perfect. Beautiful is my daughter.

Prevention is the daughter of intelligence.

So my sister dances and the dead house burns, and I scrawl these few last words by the light of its burning. I know I should toss this story, too, on those flames. But I am still too much a storyteller -or at least a storykeeper-still too much my father's daughter to burn these pages.

Judge Sedgwick's daughter, Catharine. She was a spinster and a novelist in the early 1800s and the author of A New England Tale

There is always a smile, a blessing, a flare of recognition from the hardworking young man who, because of the way beauty begets empathy (among other things), imagines his own little sister or cousin or daughter in the place of these girls.

One minute I was shopping for my daughter, and the next minute, I saw one of the most dangerous women in the world straightening underwear at Lauderdale's.

With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard, And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter, Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

The inn-keeper's daughter, a little maiden with a simple country loveliness, presently entered with a foaming pewter mug

father-daughter relationship is unique in the kind of delight it brings to both persons, a proprietary pride that also contains an understanding of the boundaries that hold the two