Father Quotes

We were living in the Slad Road when my father left us. I was about three.

I made friends with a boy who was a communist when I was 13 and that broadened my political views, but it also brought me into conflict with my father who was very Right-wing.

The death of my father is probably the biggest thing that I ever faced. Daddy and I were best friends.

When I was a kid, my father didn't really have much hope for me. He thought I was a dreamer; he didn't think I would amount to anything. My mother also.

My father identified as a black man. No one asked him because he was clearly black. But people always ask me. If we were together, people would look at us in a really strange way. It sucked. As a little girl I had blond hair and they'd look at me, look at him, and be disgusted.

Oddly, I do have a problem with authority. I find it very difficult to knuckle down and follow rules. Which are the classic symptoms of someone who has a troubled relationship with their father. And yet, I never had a problem with my father.

My father was never around. But I glorified my father, and I was always daddy's little girl. He was my first soccer coach.

My father used to wear the same pants for like a week.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.

I studied Japanese language and culture in college and graduate school, and afterward went to work in Tokyo, where I met a young man whose father was a famous businessman and whose mother was a geisha.

The relative property of the Son is to be begotten, that is, so to proceed from the Father as to be a participant of the same essence and perfectly carry on the Father's nature.

My father's parents were from Sardinia and my mother's from Barcelona.

My children, Michael and Alex, are with our Heavenly Father now, and I know that they will never be hurt again. As a mom, that means more than words could ever say.

During the late '20s my father left us. My mother was in a complete hole with no money, and we were evicted.

The picture has made its million back in four months; I have been overwhelmed by letters, hundreds of them, literally, begging me in my next production not to swing over the shallow trash of mother love, father love, sister love, brother love.

My father was adamant in his disapproval of my interest in show business.

For those of us who have lost loved ones in their prime - as I did when my father and other relatives succumbed - even one of those years would have been a precious gift.

Mother goddesses are just as silly a notion as father gods. If a revival of the myths of these cults gives woman emotional satisfaction, it does so at the price of obscuring the real conditions of life. This is why they were invented in the first place.

Every parent is at some time the father of the unreturned prodigal, with nothing to do but keep his house open to hope.

True maturity is only reached when a man realizes he has become a father figure to his girlfriends' boyfriends - and he accepts it.

Now I can look back and say I actually like the upbringing I had and my father was very attentive and a great educator.

My father... had sharper eyes than the rest of our people.

I was six months old at the time that I was taken, with my mother and father, from Sacramento, California, and placed in internment camps in the United States.

My father was a CPA. He worked hard in the aircraft industry, and would come home more and more infrequently. He was about to leave my mother, which he did when I was 15.

This enraged the other Nazi so much that the next morning he came to our house and he shot my father.

If the past cannot teach the present and the father cannot teach the son, then history need not have bothered to go on, and the world has wasted a great deal of time.

I've started looking at my own father a bit funny. He assures me, though, that I really am the son of a Scottish postman.

My father was a diplomat for part of his life and I jumped from country to country and culture to culture.

When I was a child, my father taught me to put up my fists like a boy and to be prepared to defend myself at all times.

Yes, and I had pimples so badly it used to make me so shy. I used not to look at myself. I'd hide my face in the dark, I wouldn't want to look in the mirror and my father teased me and I just hated it and I cried everyday.