My father was a bad boy, a rascal. That’s what him do for a living. He just go around and have a million and one children!
A filial son to his father can be a traitorous subject to his ruler.
When I think about atheist friends, including my father, they seem to me like people who have no ear for music, or who have never been in love.
My mother was very strong. Once, she picked up a coconut and smashed it against my father’s head. It taught me about women defending themselves and not collapsing in a heap.
I just want to be that to my children. The ultimate father.
I just owe almost everything to my father and it’s passionately interesting for me that the things that I learned in a small town, in a very modest home, are just the things that I believe have won the election.
My IQ is 154. It was measured because my father was desperately hoping that they could determine if I had anything wrong psychologically so that I could be locked up the way one of his sisters had.
My background educationally is physics and economics, and I grew up in sort of an engineering environment – my father is an electromechanical engineer. And so there were lots of engineery things around me.
No matter how old we become, we can still call them ‘Holy Mother’ and ‘Father’ and put a child-like trust in them.
I never complain. I chose the road of fighting with the Ukrainian oligarchy in 1996, and have paid for this with my freedom and that of my husband, my father and my close friends.
When you have a good mother and no father, God kind of sits in. It’s not enough, but it helps.
The child is father of the man.
A father is a man who expects his son to be as good a man as he meant to be.
My mother has been the greatest influence on my life, morally. When I get right down to it, my mother and father are two people I can count on no matter what.
My mom taught me the power of love. I learned to focus on the long-term big picture from my father. His sense of humor and light-hearted approach always make me smile. My husband is a pivotal anchor in my life. His influence encourages me to be independent and take risks.
When my father died, I had a real experience with Christ, a real conversion with Christ and I had it in a Oneness church.
There were days when my father didn’t have money for food, and we slept hoping the next day something could be got from work.
My father was a civil servant, so having a regular job, being respectable is a big deal for me. Respectable in the sense that I support my family. That’s what I mean by respectability.
He was a huge football man – he loved football. He was a good parent, a great father, and brilliant with me.
I’ve got a big nose, and that’s from my birth father.
One father is more than a hundred schoolmasters.
I do not think that I am a natural born mother… If I ever wanted to mother anyone, it was my father.
I played some ping pong with the guys on the T’Wolves team. I might have been the champ on that team, too. But ping pong is a big part of my life. I grew up playing it against my brother and my father when I was young. They used to kick my behind for a long time, so I got very good at it.
My father’s body lies in a stone tomb high on a hill. People walk by, pause, think their own thoughts about him and move on, back to their own lives. I can never move on. He is everywhere.
My father died when I was seven, leaving a widow and five sons, ranging in age from five to seventeen. My mother was the most highly-disciplined and hardest working person I have ever known, and this, combined with her love and gentleness, enabled her to make a success of each of her children.
My father always taught me that when you help other people, then God will give you double. And that’s what has really happened to me. When I have helped other people who are in need, God has helped me more.
When fathers come home after a tough day at work, they should come home to serve, like my father did, teaching lessons around the dinner table and leading the family in worship and prayer.
In my mother’s belly, I remember not liking the tempi my father played the Beethoven Sonatas in.
As my father used to tell me, the only true sign of success in life is being able to do for a living that which makes you happy.
To depend upon a profession is a less odious form of slavery than to depend upon a father.
I would have been completely brainwashed by this lopsided and racist view of the world if it weren’t for my father. He was a deep thinker and an irrepressible problem solver. He was a Black Socrates, asking why and then spoiling ready-made replies.
My father instilled in me the need to behave correctly on and off the pitch.
I believe in God – not in a Catholic God; there is no Catholic God. There is God, and I believe in Jesus Christ, his incarnation. Jesus is my teacher and my pastor, but God, the Father, Abba, is the light and the Creator. This is my Being.
I’m a better husband and father than I was a killer.
For me, it was an amazing experience. I saw where my father came from. I was given a royal welcome in El Bireh – they even slaughtered a sheep in my honor.
I come from a religious family – my father is a pastor, my uncle, my sister and her husband are a pastor team.
One of my earliest lessons in guilt was imparted in childhood through the story of the death of Mahatma Gandhi’s father.
My father carries around the picture of the kid who came with his wallet.
Peace is the beauty of life. It is sunshine. It is the smile of a child, the love of a mother, the joy of a father, the togetherness of a family. It is the advancement of man, the victory of a just cause, the triumph of truth.
My father has a general rule. He says if I haven’t done it in real life I shouldn’t do it on-screen.
No, I never thought about my father’s money as my money.
In true, narcissistic fashion, when my father was diagnosed as a narcissist, he called us all up individually to tell us, and he did it with true pride.
The movies saved my life. I grew up in the great depression, the only child of a pair of star crossed lovers. My father lost his job. My mother drank. They fought. The movies were my escape.
I lost my father. He had diabetes and high BP and so he died of kidney failure.
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, ‘You’re tearing up the grass’; ‘We’re not raising grass,’ Dad would reply. ‘We’re raising boys.’
I got a lot of influence from my father, honestly. He’d take me in his car. I’d hear Carlos Santana. I’d hear Queen. I’d hear all these Turkish people, like, bands that he grew up listening to. He was in a band as well.
It was my father who taught us that an immigrant must work twice as hard as anybody else, that he must never give up.
I’m the son of an everyman. My father is a teacher. He teaches physics at a boys’ school in Sydney.
I’m no where as tough as my father. I really think that I am more open to change than he was.
My father is a huge horse racing fan, so I was introduced to the sport long before ‘Seabiscuit.’ But the role made me an even bigger fan. Horse racing is one of my favorite sports.
The suburb in the 1950s was a bedroom community. The father worked in the city, and the mother stayed home. Now people live and work in the suburbs, and businesses have grown up or moved from cities to certain pockets of what was once the suburbs and created these places that are like cities.
Who am I? I’m a man, an American, a father, a teacher, but most of all, I am a person who knows how the arts can change lives, because they transformed mine. I was a dancer.
I would think that to people like my father, and the people of his generation, Popeye is like a male priapist. So if you think in ancient terms, he would have a harem, a symbol of male energy.
‘My Father’s Eyes’ is very personal. I realized that the closest I ever came to looking in my father’s eyes was when I looked into my son’s eyes.
I come from a very humble background. My father had to work really hard to become an assistant director. For a large part of his youth, he worked in a mill and took up odd jobs to make ends meet. We lived in a small room and could only afford a meal a day.
When I was four or five, my father had a general store in Winchester and I don’t think the farmers could ever leave on Saturday afternoon until I had been placed up on the counter to sing.
On man when he came into life the Father conferred the seeds of all kinds and the germs of every way of life.
It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
I never wanted to become a CA. My father was keen that I become one because he thought that was the right thing for me to do. I didn’t have the courage to tell him that I don’t want to do it. But now, I can’t thank him more for having put me through it.
Godly sorrow is a gift of the Spirit. It is a deep realization that our actions have offended our Father and our God. It is the sharp and keen awareness that our behavior caused the Savior, He who knew no sin, even the greatest of all, to endure agony and suffering.
My father is a very skilled carpenter. He can do just about anything with his hands. He is very artistic with his carpentry.
