Words matter. These are the best Disciplinarian Quotes from famous people such as Chloe Madeley, Shakira, Mark Consuelos, Pope Francis, Geeta Phogat, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
My dad is the softer one and my mum is the disciplinarian, the one who calls the shots.
Gerard and I pretty much share all parenting responsibilities, although I’m definitely the disciplinarian.
I am very traditional, and I am the disciplinarian.
Those who today always look for disciplinarian solutions, those who long for an exaggerated doctrinal ‘security,’ those who stubbornly try to recover a past that no longer exists – they have a static and inward-directed view of things. In this way, faith becomes an ideology among other ideologies.
My father was a disciplinarian. He had this cane and he would spare no one if found at fault. Unlike Babita, I was not physically strong and couldn’t cope with the training. So I got the most beatings.
My dad used to give me a lot of spankings. Anything I did wrong, he was on me. I was raised by a strict disciplinarian. He kind of laid down the law.
There was something of the schoolteacher about Fabio Capello, which made him difficult to warm to, let alone talk to. He was a real disciplinarian, a very stern, strict man.
My parents were fantastic. I was an only child, so I had a lot of love and too much attention. I don’t think I was spoilt. My mother was quite a disciplinarian, but I did have a lot of attention and quite a lot of pressure to do well at whatever I was doing.
All great directors – however, they do it – make you want to be good. I hope I do it. It’s like being a parent, a psychiatrist, a disciplinarian and a friend.
Sir Larry could be very strict and a disciplinarian, too. He had many faces; he wore many hats. But, ultimately, he loved the theater and he loved actors.
My mother was a disciplinarian. She believed that when young girls start to go out with young boys, they get married.
I am more of the disciplinarian and the bad cop at home. Since Mahesh spoils our son, I have to balance it out.
Here’s something that’s interesting if you look at basic metrics or numbers in this country – 71% of African-American men: no dad at home. No disciplinarian. Fathers are often the louder voice, the disciplinarian. Many of those kids don’t grow up with a dad.
Dad was a strict disciplinarian and would give us a wallop with a wooden spoon if we were out of order. But we really respected him – he didn’t try to be our best friend.
No one ever had a better father than I did. Father was a disciplinarian, and Mother was a very loving woman who taught us out of the scriptures. The Book of Mormon was her favorite.
I was 41 when I became a dad. I try to be as much fun as my father was, but I’m at home more – and less of a disciplinarian.
Mum was a disciplinarian. Raising a child on your own forces you to have to keep the boundaries tight.
The truth was that, you know, there was no reason to send me to Shattuck Military School. But it was a disciplinarian school.
The memories I can gather now of my parents are quite contradicting. My mother was the disciplinarian and my dad was the rule breaker.
When I lost my dad, there was no one there to be the disciplinarian, and we kind of ran amok.
For me, the battle is finding the balance between wanting to spend time with my boys and then having enough perspective to still be the disciplinarian and, like, not be in the best friend business.
You think about child abuse and you think of a father viciously attacking a daughter or a son, but in my family it was my mother. My mother, I would say, was a… very brutal disciplinarian.
The woman who rules her roost is one of two things: she’s illogical, therefore spoiling her children, or she’s an iron-fisted disciplinarian, adopting the attitude that rightfully belongs to the man and losing the precious softness that is her birthright.
I’m quite a disciplinarian: I can be a shouter. But I can be a very demonstrative kisser and hugger.
I’m the disciplinarian. Nick doesn’t discipline. The cat can do whatever it wants. It can scratch on the furniture. It can do whatever it wants and Nick doesn’t do anything about it. So I have to yell. I’m the bad cop. He’s the good cop.
