My Father Quotes
The only 'if' the Gospel knows is this: 'if anyone does sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous.' (1 John 2:1)
My father's love was always strongMy mother's glamour lives on and on.Yet still inside I felt alone, for reasones unknow to me.
Was it too much to expect the rest of the world to care about grammar or pay attention to details?
The nation of my father is too strong for a man who cannot command even his own body.
He's mad at me.""For what?""For not being like him."Eleanor looked dubious. "Has he been mad at you for the last sixteen years?""Basically.
She wanted to punch her father in his snout, but she wouldn’t. He was her father after all. True, a father whose funeral rite she planned to dance at and toast with ale, but her father just the same.
Books of the sages of the ages reflect upon in stages
HE LIKED TO COOK AND LAUGH AND SING, COULD START A FIRE WITH HIS HANDS, FIX THINGS THAT WERE BROKEN, AND EXPLAIN HOW TO LAUNCH THINGS INTO SPACE, BUT HE DIED WITHIN NINE MONTHS
you areas fleetingly beautifulas a mother’s tearsand a father’s pranksa brother’s bachelorhoodand a best friend’s bad mooda bride’s glittering jittersand a handsome stranger’s smile.
Most of the time, it felt like my father and I were completely different species. Possibly literally, depending on the day and whether or not I actually qualified as human at the time.
Our Heavenly Father has created a blessing just for you every day.
All fathers are liars . . . If you want to be a father, you have to be prepared to become a liar.
If you do not have a close friendship with your children, I will.--Child Molester warning all parents from the book Type 1 Sociopath
We're not mad, " he began, meaning he was. He was always a plural when mad, as though grammatically throwing his lot in with her mother gave him the power of her authority.
Adoption is a beautiful, burdensome blessing.
Eldora smiled up at Paulo cunningly, her dark eyes twinkling. “You are old, Father.”“Not as old as I shall be, before I have finished with the universe.
There were two types of strong men: those like Uncle Monty and Abe Steinheim, remorseless about their making money, and those like my father, ruthlessly obedient to their idea of fair play.
My father looked as if I'd just gutted him - but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satisfaction. It felt good to hurt his feelings.
Sometimes daughter who is loved by her father very much and loving her father very much, she is getting hurt by her lover very much.
It is to the prodigals...that the memory of their Father's house comes back. If the son had lived economically he would never have thought of returning.
Just by writing this story, I thought that I am the real monster, I had the feeling that I am doing it.... it was just awful!
Some men are sent to heaven by torturers who thought they were doing god's work by sending them to hell
Theologians should study in a seminary and before graduating they should make a visit to heaven and hell after which they should submit their thesis and graduate.
There is no greater heaven the heart of a loving mother
If my mother will not go to heaven, I renounce the privilege
Our Father Who Art in Heaven gathered more meaning for me as my own father joined the Maker when I was still in school.
It's better to make the wrong choice, " my father had continued, "than to make no choice at all.
to love is to destroy and that to be loved is the one to be destroyed
You become a man when, in having children, you not only physically look after and protect them but also protect them with all the love and learning you have to give.
It's just a mistake, you understand you don't ya??... and Hello, father 33 days from your dead!
The best fathers have the softest, sweetest hearts. In other words, great dads are real marshmallows.
Perhaps it's true that all men love their fathers, no matter how terrible the things they do to their sons: there is a part of us that remains forever in debt to those responsible for our existence.
You see, here's my theory: Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.
I ask you to kill my father for the crime of bringing me into existence.
At Christmastime, whenever I feel overwhelmed and a little out of sorts, all I have to do is think of my father and the things he'd be doing if he were here – and I smile.
I willed myself to stay awake, but the rain was so soft and the room was so warm and his voice was so deep and his knee was so snug that I slept.
There is something gratuitous about creation, an unnecessary abundance of beauty, and through its blossoms and pleasures we can revel in the sheer largesse of the Father.
I begin the chapter and book on very elementary reasoning and a simple description: this description of relationships developed naturally and socially
What in the world is this abomination?”Lissa, only slightly more tactful, asked, “Adrian, is this some kind of joke?
Let me share my loving care upon those who are not my children — yet, willing to see me as their Father.
May my children follow their own intuition to discover true empowerment - in the answers they seek.