Father And Son Quotes
Father And Son Quote of the day
No love is greater than that of a father for His son.
There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger.
Father and son are natural enemies and each is happier and more secure in keeping it that way.
That the Father and Son would love sinners that much is beyond our comprehension--but it ought to awaken a response of love and gratitude within our hearts that will change our lives forever!
There must always be a struggle between a father and son, while one aims at power and the other at independence.
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[My father] loved me tenderly and shyly from a distance, and later on took a naive pride in seeing my name in print.
For thousands of years, father and son have stretched wistful hands across the canyon of time.
Frank Capra was a prop man, I think. John Ford was a prop man. It was a little bit of a father and son thing, and you kind of worked your way up.
In this movie, you have all the things you love from Tim. All the magic and the whimsy and the surreal, but he also has a fantastic story of a father and son that really gets under your skin.
Its a rare thing when a father and son can share the same experience. My father and I have seen all 19 Bond films together, two or three times.
My father and I made genetics history. We were the first African-Americans and the first father and son anywhere to have their genomes sequenced.
What people can't possibly imagine is what it's like to have two presidents who have a relationship as father and son.
I had to be an adult, be a father without a son, so for one last moment I needed to be a son who needed his mother.
Dad has shamelessly played the Mom card. Against which there is no defense.
People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writer, who strangles words from dictionaries, and feeds on the decay of poetry.
At this moment, I know that the answer has to be yes. I am defeated. By my own father. How Darth Vader.
Forget Batman: when I really thought about what I wanted to be when I grew up, I wanted to be my dad.
The unrequited love of ones' only living offspring has its own particular slow acid burn
