My Father Quotes

I want to be a soldier as my father was.

The body, what is it, Father, but a sign To love the force that grows us, to give back What in Thy palm is senselessness and mud?

I played piano. I've always liked piano. My father played piano. Actually, to be fair, the sound of the harpsichord did annoy him a bit, and I thought, how can I annoy Dad? I'll play the harpsichord.

When I was young, my father was lord Of a small kingdom: a wife, a garden, Kids for whom his word was Word. It took years for my view to harden, To shrink him to human size.

My father was a minister and so rock music was banned in our house.

My father was a preacher in Maryland and we had crab feasts - with corn on the cob, but no beer, being Methodist - outside on the church lawn.

My father bought me a little cardboard accordion, and when I was three I got this little machine.

My father had a brilliant scholastic record in high school and was awarded a college scholarship. Unfortunately he had to turn it down so that he could continue to support his family.

As a father of seven kids, and been a kid myself at one point, I realize you don't always make the best decisions every time out. And life is a learning experience.

A lot of people reject the idea of God as Father if theyve had a competitive relationship with their own father.

I didn't do anything differently than what my father was doing. It's a really hard family to rebel in. I could have become an accountant. Or I could have become a Republican.

My parents split up when I was about 2. I realize more and more how much I'm like my father. My gentleness comes from my mother.

People ask me all the time, "What kind of father are you?" I won't know until my kids are grown.

I adored my birth father and constantly worried that I was being disloyal to him and his schoolteacher roots if I spent too much time performing and enjoying it.

These Negroes who go for integration and intermarriage are linking up with the very people who lynched their fathers, raped their mothers, and put their kid sisters in the kitchen to scrub floors.

You have a mother?" He quirked a brow. "Did you think mine was some sort of divine birth? My father was a remarkable man, but even he was not that talented.

My father-he pretty much taught me everything I know. He still pushes me to be the best I can.

I'm moved by contraries, by opposites, the strength that was my mother's eyes, the beauty of my father's hands.

My dad has always taught me these words: care and share. That's why we put on clinics. The only thing I can do is try to give back. If it works, it works.

And, to help society at large to understand that in the equation of life, fathers are of equal importance as mothers.

In reality, my father [Pablo Escobar ] always interrupted others to be with his family. My father's priority was always the family.

Yes, of course my father harmed and caused a lot of damage but both stories are true. He did things to help and destroy Colombia, both are true.

It's important to learn from the past and people's experiences, not only from my father's [Pablo Escobar] as a drug dealer, but from others that have ended just the way he did.

Creeds have been the bane of the Christian church ... made of Christendom a slaughter-house.

As believers in Christ, we are part of Him-God the Father decided before the foundation of the world that anyone who loved Christ would be loved and accepted by Him.

Take more pleasure in giving what is best to another than in having it for yourself, and then all the world will love you.

Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.

No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.

Three days after my brother died, my father was in the hospital. He just did not want to live anymore. Before, he was fighting and loving life.

To the Everlasting Father, And the Son who made us free And the Spirit, God proceeding From them Each eternally, Be salvation, honour, blessing, Might and endless majesty.

May those principles, which were so honorably and nobly defended, namely, the Constitution of our land, by our fathers, be established forever.

Thank God for the iron in the blood of our fathers

I came from Nebraska, a very middle class family with a progressive father.

When you're all singing together, it brings things together. I know the songs that my grandfather and my father sang.

That he delights in the misery of others no man will confess, and yet what other motive can make a father cruel?

My father ran the gamut: a favorite of his was Josef Hofmann, but there was also Friedman, Rachmaninoff, Godowsky, Lhevinne, Moiseiwitsch, Paderewski, etc.

Griffin, my brother, 11 months younger, was sometimes the victim of my father's fury - once Ryan famously knocked out his teeth.

Although the devil be the father of lies, he seems, like other great inventors, to have lost much of his reputation by the continual improvements that have been made upon him.

O father, father Gone from us, lost to us, The church lies bereft, Alone, Desecrated, desolated. And the heathen shall build On the ruins Their world without God. I see it. I see it.

My father, one of the great entrepreneurs and philanthropists of this state, taught me that capital - monetary or political - is to be used to benefit others. I intend to continue that tradition.

My father was very funny, so I grew up with humor in the house. And I was always really attracted to comedies on TV. I was always really attracted to comics.

When I was 17 - 16, my father and I cut wood all day long and I was swinging that crosscut saw and hauling wood.

Fanaticism is the child of false zeal and of superstition, the father of intolerance and of persecution.

My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellows grave, or the glass flowers at Harvard."

My father taught me that the question Who made me? cannot be answered, since it immediately suggests the further question, Who made God?

My father had many, many veterans over to the house, and the older I got the more I appreciated their sacrifice.

My father was a soccer player. All my friends played basketball though, so I stuck with basketball.

We are the sum of the Father's love for us

My father was an exceptionally strong influence on me.

I was lucky enough to have a father who said, 'Don't quit.' So I just kept going.