Words matter. These are the best Stepfather Quotes from famous people such as Jackie Coogan, Terry O’Quinn, Ant Middleton, Steven Van Zandt, Isabel Allende, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
I was blackballed by the studios when I sued by stepfather.
‘The Stepfather’ was the first time I sort of carried a film, or led in a film, and doing it was fun, and I felt very special. Afterwards, though, I was terrified. I just thought, ‘Wow, this is basically going to be about me. If this film is a success or a failure, a lot of it’s on me!’
I had a tough childhood after my father died when I was five, and I had a very difficult stepfather. I want to give my children what I didn’t have – a good role model.
My mother remarried when I was young, and my stepfather adopted me.
My father left when I was three, and I have no memory of him. The most significant male figures in my life were my grandfather, in whose house I lived during the first 10 years of my childhood, and later my stepfather.
My mother was a classical pianist and my stepfather was an industrialist who was passionate about composing contemporary music.
I lost my biological father when I was 9, I lost my stepfather at 23. Both men had such a deep impact in my understanding of life.
My stepfather was an exemplary human being. It took me a lot of time to accept him as a parent. But what he did intelligently was he befriended me.
As a child I had dealt with a lot of loss and grief. I was constantly losing my parents, losing my home, constantly moving around, living with this stranger, that stepfather, or whatever.
My stepfather and his large family – The Crafts – are from Chicago, so Chicago has always been home for me.
My stepfather and my mother, I love them to death.
I did go on safari in Kenya when I was 17, with my mother, stepfather and little brother, and I kept a careful journal of the experience that was very helpful in terms of my sensory impressions of Africa. I have traveled quite a bit at distinct times in my life, though now that I have kids I’ve settled down.
Being a stepfather is a huge challenge.
Watching my stepfather and mother working in the industry – acting and composing – and seeing firsthand how difficult it is to achieve a successful career in the theater, I thought it might be safer to go to art school with the aim of becoming a painter.
I was brought up by a Marxist rationalist stepfather, so I don’t believe in the supernatural or religion or horoscopes, and the absolute nature of death is quite helpful for me. My husband was there, then he wasn’t.
I didn’t have boyfriends until my late teens. I was at a girls’ boarding school, and my stepfather disapproved of me going out with anybody. I never really came across any boys. When I did, one of them asked me out, and I was petrified. I felt like a fish out of water, and it was excruciating.
I never had that wicked stepmother or evil stepfather thing at all. I’m very close to both step-parents and I consider them to be my parents, too.
My kids have a great dad. I don’t really want them to have a stepfather, and I don’t think they do, either.
My mother was born in Switzerland, my stepfather in Canada.
To think that Woody was in any way a father or stepfather to me is laughable.
I grew up in uptown Jamaica; I went to a rich school. I was raised by my mother and my stepfather; they made sure education came before anything. I had a good childhood, grew up spending time with my bigger brothers and sisters. My people are good people. I was exposed to a lot of different kinds of people and culture.
My mother endlessly told me I was too fat, that I wasn’t a patch on my sister. It wasn’t much fun growing up with her and her almost irrational social climbing in that huge house of my dull stepfather Hughdie Auchincloss in Washington.
My mom’s a screenwriter, and before that, she was an actress, and my father was an actor; my stepfather was a director, so I was on sets a lot as a kid. I loved the magic of the set. You walk in, and it’s a living room, and you walk outside, and it’s just a piece of wood held up by another piece of wood.
My stepfather had a connection with The Second City and told me I should go there. I woke up in a cold sweat one night and said, ‘I’m moving to Chicago.’ That’s how I went to Second City.
My stepfather introduced me to The London Library when I was about 18; the clientele has definitely changed since then, but it is still a wonderful oasis in the middle of London.
One summer, when I was a kid, I was in the car with my stepfather, and he was asking me where I thought I ranked, on a scale of 1 to 10. I said, ‘6,’ and he said, ‘3.’ I think it was his way of telling me that I needed to get out and really attack life.
My stepfather was in the navy, so I got to know a side of Chile that is not what you would expect from an artist.
My stepfather was a military man: he was in the Air Force. Reserve. You thought he’d seen front-line action, but he was stationed in Cleveland.
My younger sister, Clover arrived three days before my seventh birthday and I wanted to sell her. I’d had my mother, stepfather, and nanny Maureen, all to myself, and suddenly there was this bonny baby with green grass eyes that everyone adored.
My mother used to go out on her own, and I used to have to keep a look out for my stepfather coming home.
I got my love of jazz from my stepfather, who was a jazz musician.
Instead of becoming a great shikari, as my mother and stepfather might have wished, I had become an incurable bookworm and was to remain one for the rest of my life.
My stepfather, Steve Mallonee, is a retired Miami Beach firefighter, loved and adored by many. After numerous years of heroic work, saving lives through fire and heavy smoke, he has developed a very fatal lunge disease called Pulmonary Fibrosis.
My mother’s a psychologist, my stepfather’s a psychologist, my stepmother is a therapist and my dad’s a lawyer. So it was all prominent in my life. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t know someone on some form of prescription medicine.
The transition from an English father to a Punjabi stepfather demanded an adjustment that was far from easy for a 10-year-old boy who had just lost his father.