[last lines] Will Bloom: That was my father's final joke, I guess. A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him. And in that way he becomes immortal.
I believe we have become paralyzed, paralyzed by our desire to be loved. Now our founding fathers had the wisdom to know that social acceptance and popularity were fleeing, and that this country's principles needed to be rooted in strengths greater t...
Revenge can only be found on the road to self-destruction.
He wanted a father, and for the same reason, he wanted to be a father.
My father's father came from Russia; my mother came from Romania.
I was in no way ready when my daughter was born. But I want to be a good father to her.
With sons and fathers, there's an inexplicable connection and imprint that your father leaves on you.
Somewhere, sometime I'd stopped expecting my father to father.
To every little girl, her father is a hero. My father actually is one.
I was 12 when my father passed, so I didn't have a father during my teenage years.
How did Ixtel become real for me? The world is full of Ixtels who I can help without hurting my father. Why this one? How was it her suffering that touched me? Father. I feel connected to her through my father's actions. I feel an obligation to right...
John Bender: [Imitating his Father] Stupid, worthless, no good, goddamn, freeloading son of a bitch. Retarded, big mouth, know-it-all, asshole, jerk. [Imitating his Mother] John Bender: You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful. [Father's voice] John B...
An ennobled peasant does not know his own father.
Some fathers love another man's daughter most.
Clever father, clever daughter; clever mother, clever son.
You can buy everything, except a father and a mother.
When a father gives to his son, they both laugh.
When a son gives to his father, they both weep.
I mean that we here are on the wrong side of the tapestry,' answered Father Brown. 'The things that happen here do not seem to mean anything; they mean something somewhere else. Somewhere else retribution will come on the real offender. Here it often...
Let me share my loving care upon those who are not my children — yet, willing to see me as their Father.
My father was one of those men who sit in a room and you can feel it: the simmer, the sense of some unpredictable force that might, at any moment, break loose, and do something terrible. [Burnside, p. 27]
