I was raised Catholic, but my father’s people were Methodist, so we went to both churches.

As a young child I had Santa and Jesus all mixed up. I could identify Coke or Pepsi with just one sip, but I could not tell you for sure why they strapped Santa to...

I am determined that my children shall be brought up in their father’s religion, if they can find out what it is.

Behind every great man is a man greater, his father.

The problems of rebellious youth can be traced to homes where the mother disobeyed the father or showed lack of respect for his authority.

Self-leaders do not look for followers because they are busily pursuing their influencial dreams that followers will trace and ask for. Followers look for influence and that can be obtained from self-leaders.

Don’t focus on the mountain; focus on the mountain mover!” HS/el

Just take me with you. Please.I cant.Please, Papa.I cant. I cant hold my son dead in my arms. I thought I could but I cant.

A boy trudged down the sidewalk dragging a fishing pole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips. Summertime, and his children played in the front yard with their friend, enacting...

Don’t you think I’m toopretty to die?

I found out who my real dad is on Facebook. I also found out who he isn’t. He isn’t the man I thought he isn’t.

My father’s from Australia and my mother was born in India, but she’s actually Tibetan. I was born in Katmandu, lived there until I was eight ,and then moved to Australia with my mother and...

Son of Manana.” Of course it isn’t accurate, because I’m the father of yesterday.

My father, he was like the rock, the guy you went to with every problem.

When I was a teenager, my father went bust. He could have declared himself bankrupt, but he was an honourable man and he insisted on paying back all his debts. That almost ruined the family....

In the evening of the first day my father conducted us to the public baths.

My mother and father were interested in the arts.

To my father, who told me the stories that matter. To my mother, who taught me to remember them.

[My dad] didn’t do much apart from the traditional winning of bread. He didn’t take me to get my hair cut or my teeth cleaned; he didn’t make the appointments. He didn’t shop for my...

I drift off for a while. I don’t know how long, but when I open my eyes, the Oscars are still on and Alex tells me that Sid has gone and this makes me a...

I was surprised by how much I like being a father; surprised at what a decent father I am, because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to dump my selfishness.

In the ’60s, my father, Wally Amos, had been a talent agent and a personal manager before taking a major career detour in 1975, when he opened a store selling chocolate chip cookies.

My father was the superintendent of the churches in the state of Montana. He was content in his beliefs. He befit the term ‘true Christian.’ He would turn the other cheek. He was truly a...

My father is an amazing man.

Now my dad is with me, traveling with me and a big part of this whole thing is I like to mix it up a little bit, you know. Who gets to take their father...

As awkward as it sounds. I’m not Shane Larkin, Barry Larkin’s son, anymore. It’s Barry Larkin, the father of Shane Larkin.

Was I a successful father? Maybe not. Was I a successful husband? Probably not. Was I a successful actor? Probably not.

My father used to tell me about how musicians don’t have respect from people and he was afraid about my future.

My dad had once told me a definition of faith and I had not forgotten it: ‘Faith is to believe something you do not see. The result of that faith is to see what you...

My father was a really good athlete, so his pop-ups really were sky high. Eventually I learned how to judge them properly and catch them well. It was great training for when I started to...

I’m going to be a person who writes stories.I never told mom and dad how much I loved them.I wanna be someone who can tell a lot of people how much I love them.

. . . such a rush immediately ensued that she with laughing face and plundered dress was borne towards it the centre of a flushed and boisterous group, just in time to greet the father,...

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.

And so I put down some of the things that he said, about keeping your tools sharpened and not letting them lie on the ground where they get hurt or get abused and dirty and...

When you’re a kid and your father is an engineer, he goes to the office. I saw my father get up and go to the office in the house and write. But I don’t see...

On the king’s gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call’d him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father’s stead.

I played the cello from when I was ten, and then I bought a guitar from the father of some friends of mine and played that for a while. And then when I was fourteen...

If the relationship of father to son could really be reduced to biology, the whole earth would blaze with the glory of fathers and sons.

My father was a manual worker.

My earliest memory is dreamlike: in a small orchard or garden I am carried on the arm, I believe, of my father; there was a group of grown-ups, my mother among them, and the group...

I asked possible witnesses about the invisible man shaped like a whisper, and nobody saw or heard anything. Which means he was there, and he is probably my father.

My father was a man, and I know the sex pretty well.

My father is an actor, so he brought me into his agency when I was young. It wasn’t something I wanted to do until high school, when I started taking theater and really liked it....

How can I begin to tell you how much I miss you without using those three common words that can’t even start to express the magnitude nor the depth of my emotions. How can I...

As I flew back from New Zealand to bury my mother, it occurred to me that no matter how harrowing her loss was and how keenly it will always be felt, there was, nevertheless, a...

Without the support from religion–remember, we talked about it–no father, using only his own resources, would be able to bring up a child.

My father would tell me if I wasn’t writing in meter verse, it wasn’t poetry.

Fights with my father were really quite brutal. I would not live his vision. I would not become who he wanted me to be. Everything I did was criticized. I would spend three months drawing...

My relationship with my father is pretty non-existent.

Will you remember this day, Gogol?” his father had asked, turning back to look at him, his hands pressed like earmuffs to either side of his head. “How long do I have to remember it?”...