Quotes About Daughter

Against Marisa's vehement protests I flew back to Las Vegas to confront the person or persons who'd contracted me to kill their daughter.

Sometimes, his methods and his motives are questionable and even his morals are questionable in the way he does things. But I think his intention is always to protect his daughter.

It was my very good fortune to find a mentor, Clay Felker, who started my career at the 'New York Magazine' as a freelance writer when I had to quit my job at the 'Herald Tribune' to stay home with my young daughter.

I enrolled my daughter for piano lessons, but she quit after just two lessons, citing a lack of interest.

When my daughter, Clare, was 4, she told me that a school friend had told her what I did for a living. Clare asked me, 'Is it true you play Jack Rabbit?'

I'll be a nun, raise my daughter, and make albums.

Like so many new moms, I felt anxiety over the impending birth of my daughter. However, most of the anxiety I felt was around the idea of raising a child. I wasn't focused on potential risks to my health or hers that could occur during the actual birth.

After marriage, I was only concerned about raising my daughter, Ariana. I didn't want to miss her even for a second. I thought that's the best phase of my life, and I was enjoying it, far more than films.

When I first ran for Congress, I went to my daughter Alexandra, who was going to be a senior in high school, and said: 'I have a chance to run. I may not win, but I'd be gone three nights a week. So, if you want me to stay, I'll be happy to.' And do you know what she said to me? 'Mother, get a life!'

I live at Gap Kids; I think they have the cutest stuff. I barely buy anything for myself, but my daughter has quite the collection.

It's amazing. I can't believe how brilliant the whole thing is - my daughter, Georgia, is just wonderful.

Really getting married, settling down, and having a kid - that was the biggest thing for me. I realized, this little girl that came into my life, that I created with my wife, and how special is that?

Daughter, we didn't need your note - or a prince's visit - to tell us you'd done nothing wrong. We know the daughter we raised. We fear for your future, but never for your character. You take our love and our trust wherever you wander. Father.

Although in my life the level of loss has never reached the extremes it does in 'The Winter People,' I certainly can identify with being both a daughter longing for her mother and being a mother who is almost scared by the intensity of her love for her daughter.

My daughter loves stories about my childhood, and we both love discussing women's issues. She's a wise and mature ten-year-old.

My mom has always wished me a daughter just like me.

I had never attended a trial until my daughter's murder trial. What I witnessed in that courtroom enraged and redirected me.

The divine light which you carry within your soul is inherited from God because you are His daughter. Part of the light which makes you so magnificent is the blessing of womanhood.

Women are in a position now to voice their opinion... women are getting empowered. The more power they get, the more voice they get to shift certain things around. Now I have a daughter, I understand. When I didn't have a daughter, I didn't understand.

There are necessary evils. Money is an important thing in terms of representing freedom in our world. And now I have a daughter to think about. It's really the first time I've thought about the future and what it could be.

Olvidaría el padre a su hija más pequeña? ¿Sólo porque no sabe hablar la dejaría sufriendo su mudez junto a las piedras? ¿Sólo porque cuando anda se derrumba y pierde su camino como ciega? ¿La olvidaría el padre sólo porque es pequeña?

What greater aspiration and challenge are there for a mother than the hope of raising a great son or daughter?

She does not convey the monumentality of the event—the vozhd is dying—but rather she recounts the death as a daughter would. "Who loves this lonely man?" she asks, watching his ministers ricocheting between fear and ambition, Beria scrambling for ascendency. Only his servants. When a comatose Stalin raises his arm in his last moments, she sees this as a gesture of rage against life itself. He had wished to dominate life, but life had finally defeated him.

Her laconic humor helped. She could say, "I don't any longer have the pleasant illusion that I can be free of the label 'Stalin's daughter.' . . . You can't regret your fate, though I do regret my mother didn't marry a carpenter."2