In 1991, my father passed away and I went on a spiritual quest. It was a light one, not too terribly deep because I'm not terribly deep, and neither was my father.
My father always used to say that when you die, if you've got five real friends, then you've had a great life.
I'm a father. It isn't just my life any more. I don't want my kid finding bottles in the house or seeing his father completely smashed.
My experience of my father's death was that it was still taboo; nobody would meet me after my father died because they didn't know what to say.
The father figure is something I love, but also suffocate from and want to work against.
My father was never around. But I glorified my father, and I was always daddy's little girl. He was my first soccer coach.
Playing for Yogi is like playing for your father; playing for Billy is like playing for your father-in-law.
He was not like Greek fathers. He didn't tell us to get married. My father thought it was very important that we travel, learn languages, be educated.
Coraline Jones: M-my father doesn't play piano. Other Father: No need to. This piano plays me...
You can love someone like your son, even if he's not your biological son, and you can love someone like your father, even if he's not your biological father.
I think we all live dichotomies. I'm a father of three boys and a loyal homebody sort of husband and father. And yet I act in movies and write and direct movies.
I was writing poems when I was young, you know, because my father was a poet, so it was absolutely normal to follow my father.
Heaven on earth is to be found on horseback, reading books and between a woman's breasts.
What has been blown away, cannot be found again.
Only through suffering and sorrow do we acquire the wisdom not found in books.
I know they are all honest men, but my cloak is nowhere to be found.
When Mother and I learned that Father was dying, Father asked me to sing for him," she said. "Mother insisted that I only sing songs from their youthful days together. She wanted me to take her mind off Father's pain, But when she stepped away, Fathe...
Jeffrey Goines: Sorry. Uh, sorry. I, I, I got a little agitated. The thought of, uh, escape had crossed my mind, and then suddenly - suddenly - suddenly I felt like bending the fucking bars back, and ripping out the goddamn window frames and eating t...
A girl with a golden cradle doesn't remain long in her father's house.
Tell me who your father is, and I'll tell you who you are.
The father may well be a horse, but it's most likely that the son will be a mule.
