Quotes About Daughter

My daughter is on academic scholarship at the University of Central Florida. I feel so blessed.

The inspiration behind 'Tardy for the Party' was first and foremost my daughter Brielle. She co-wrote the original lyrics when she was nine years old.

It's weird, when I go back to San Francisco, the few times that I've done shows there since leaving, it still feels like I live there. It's very, very strange for me. That's where my daughter was born, at UCSF. I have this huge attachment to San Francisco. It's like a love affair.

I wonder whether being a scientist's daughter makes you so conflicted about free will and fate.

For 10 years, I'd been working as a freelance writer and editor, making money but not a living. It was a good arrangement family-wise, allowing me to stay home with our daughter, but not so great financially or, sometimes, ego-wise.

Pig! Pig! Daughter of Pigs! she said, because to call a native a pig is the worst insult of all.

I have lived out my mother's hope and pray I have given wings to my daughter's dreams.

My boys are wild. My daughter is wild.

I am thrilled to be modelling the debut collection of Always Aliza. Janet Reger was such an iconic brand throughout my modelling career, and it feels great to now be modelling her daughter's range for JD Williams almost forty years on.

The other night my daughter shouted: 'What's that flying out of the window? It's the rules!' So that's how we roll.

If I could send my daughter's first mother a card, I would write, 'Thank you for sharing this incredible journey with me. Together we have raised one awesome girl!'

In the early days of the military Arpanet, my daughter was studying in Nicaragua. Because the U.S. was essentially at war with them, contact was difficult. I managed to use MIT's Arpanet connection, and she found one, so we could communicate thanks to the Pentagon!

There was bound to be friction between a firstborn daughter and her strong-willed mother.

She said when you're the mother of a young woman and you don't think the boyfriend is good enough, you dare not say so or your daughter will marry him before morning.

He had been searching for it his entire life. He had devoted himself to poetry to find it. Now, in the middle of his life, he found it. It was in the face of the love of his life, his daughter. She who had never blushed before, now blushed. And in that blushing, he knew, was the existence of God. That was the day her father learned what God was. God was pure beauty, God was his daughter's face when she blushed.

You know who's one of the great beauties of the world—according to everybody—and I helped create her? Ivanka. My daughter, Ivanka. She's six feet tall, she's got the best body." (Ivanka was twenty-one at the time.)

Yeah, she's really something, and what a beauty, that one. If I weren't happily married and, ya know, her father . . ." (Referring again to his daughter, Ivanka.)

Referring to his then-infant daughter, Tiffany: "Well, I think that she's got a lot of Marla," Trump said. "She's a really beautiful baby, and she's got Marla's legs." Trump then proceeded to motion to his chest and added, "We don't know whether she's got this part yet, but time will tell.

The mother sensed her daughter's animal superiority and instinctively condemned it out of hand, the unforgettable depth of her fucking, her way of coming like a continent!

one could never remind one's own daughter, or one's own self, too often of the power she had within.

She, Henry Horesman's daughter, was to tell the most important person in this behemoth country, whether or not the vaccine that he'd allowed every person under the age of 20 in the USSR to take (a mind boggling 77 million young people), a vaccine given to him by a scientist from his archenemy - the US - was safe and effective? If it was a flop, or if she misrepresented its efficacy, there would be world war.

If Brinna is your daughter, they really were three French hens after all." She opened her mouth to explain about the day she had found Sabrina, Brinna, and Joan in a huddle, and the comment she had made about "three French hens…

Lords of fire and earth and water, Lords of moon and wind and sky, Come now to the Old Man's daughter, Come from fathers long gone by. Bring blue from a distance eye. Lords of water, earth, and fire, Lords of wind and snow and rain, Give to my heart's desire. Life as all life comes with pain, But blue will come to us again.

You've been to Lough Glass.' There was a pause. And then with a heavy menace he said: 'And if you know what's good for you I wouldn't go again.' Then he moved away. Louis had gone white. What did the fellow mean? He saw Stevie put his arm around Kit's shoulder and she held his hand tightly. Kit McMahon, Lena's daughter. And her boyfriend. But they didn't know, for God's sake. None of them knew.