I will follow my father’s footsteps by doing what is right, and God will take care of the rest. My father is my role model. My living role model is Cory Aquino.

I’ve been called ‘the father of loud.’

A father knows his child’s heart, as only a child can know his fathers.

Yes, and I had pimples so badly it used to make me so shy. I used not to look at myself. I’d hide my face in the dark, I wouldn’t want to look in the...

Because my father was often absent on naval duty, my mother suffered me to do much as I pleased.

Darling,You asked me to write you a letter, so I am writing you a letter. I do not know why I am writing you this letter, or what this letter is supposed to be about,...

I’ve never had a particular skill. I can’t cook, dance, play an instrument, speak a foreign language. This used to worry me. I’d think, when I’m grown up, at 18, then I made it 21,...

Because the truth was, and we both knew it, he’d gone long, long ago. I’d just made him stick around when he really wanted to be somewhere else. In his own weird way, he was...

When my father was arrested, we didn’t know where they had him. My mother found him at the house of torture. It was called Villa Triste.

I remember having my father stand over me when I had driven over my own foot; one leg was out of the car and one leg was in the car. He looked at me and...

Without you there would be no me. I am everything reflected in your eyes. I am everything approved by your smile. I am everything born of your guidance. I am me only because of you.

I was born William. My father was William. I came from a big family, I hated being called Billy. Willem’s a nickname; it’s a Dutch name, very common in the Netherlands.

You should always carry string, according to my archaeologist father, because then you could at least make a trap to catch animals to survive. According to my grandmother, it was clean underwear.

She who has the excellence of home virtues, and can expend within the means of her husband, is a help in the domestic state

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

Although raised on the farm – my grandfather was an unsuccessful fundamentalist preacher turned farmer – my father and his brother both became professors.

The world is full of unrequited love,’ I said finally.’You and Patrick having problems?’ Dad said, reaching around to get the butter out of the fridge.’No, I was just wondering what you would say if...

I walked out of his room sure I’d said the right thing maybe not as a father but as a Dad. I’d said the right thing, for once in my life.

I think the obvious answer is I was raised in New York City, so growing up, not only myself but my family, like my father, we would watch a lot of Scorsese films.

Four years after my father’s death, when the subject of parents came up in conversation i would relate the information in a flat, matter-of-fact tone eager to detect in my listener the flinch of grief...

Son: Father, you are my father. You sired me. I have sired no one because I left the primordial. I left you, I studied, I suffered, and my visions were pure. Before me, my father,...

No doubt, a father he is the most respected man in our lives, the most admired person. He is the protector, and the guardian of our lives.

You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.

The lad, like many another, owed nothing to his father but his mere existence—Heaven knows whether that gift is oftenest a curse or a boon.

I remember my father saying to me once, ‘I finally know how to describe you, Charlotte. You’re prickly.’ And he was right – prickly is a very good description. If I had to be an...

My mother passed when I was in the third grade, my father when I was in the seventh, and that’s when I was shipped to Los Angeles to live with an aunt.

…my father, [was] a mid-level phonecompany manager who treated my mother at best like an incompetent employee. At worst? He never beat her, but his pure, inarticulate fury would fill the house for days, weeks,...

I had a very vivid, almost hallucinatory moment in which I was engaged in a dialogue with my father.

At times of distress, we all like to recall the advice of fathers and mothers. The best advice my father gave me was to keep faith and deep confidence in the potential of the Greek...

My girlfriend just had a baby. We’ve known each other for six months, so I’m pretty stunned to find myself becoming a father so soon. I hope the baby looks like me!

Being a parent is apparently more than most men can handle. This is transparent to even the tiniest child.

I have been grateful for the influence of my grandmother and my grandfather in my life. I remember my grandmother as a queenly woman. My father could be stern, and my grandparents would remind him...

My father was a good man, but he was a con man. He was a wanderer, nomadic.

My father always says that heroism is in the Pashtun DNA.

What will the U.S. senators have to say if there is, as many over here and in the rest of the world suspect, no substance to the allegations against my father and me?

I’m glad to say my father never felt ashamed of me, but my mother probably did.

There is no substitute for your impassioned prayers on behalf of your children

My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories.

If there is but one God, then why must blood be shed to prove whose God he is? Does the Father not belong to all of us as we belong to him? Do you think...

My father was a man of few words.

You may be my new princess. But your mama is my queen.

My father was the most rational and the most dispassionate of men.

My main nurturing instinct toward children is mild sadism–picking them up and threatening to drop them–which is why I am a good uncle but would make a poor father.

You don’t raise heroes, you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they’ll turn out to be heroes, even if it’s just in your own eyes.

God is never angry for His sake, only for ours.

My father was the Formica King of Long Island, and my mother was the daughter of a Bengal Lancer in India.

My father was a man of great charity towards the poor, and compassion for the sick, and also for servants; so much so, that he never could be persuaded to keep slaves, for he pitied...

From my college courses and my reading I knew the various names that came at the end of a line of questions or were placed as periods to bafflement: the First Cause, the First Mover,...

My father would often work all night and sleep during the day, so for us, dinner might be pancakes, and breakfast might be beef stroganoff.

A Western woman is not her brother’s or her father’s property. She’s just herself. She can choose her own lifestyle. But in a Muslim family, the honor of the man is between the legs of...