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...

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?”...

I used to tell people my father was a plumber, because that would mean we had a normal life.

If necessity is the mother of invention, it’s the father of cooperation. And we’re cooperating like never before.

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.

I have irrational fears, and they all go back to losing my father as a kid. I’ve never gotten over it.

He nodded and leaned down to kiss me. I let him, Dad be damned.

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.

O most merciful Father, put far from me all my iniquities and all my offences; so that, by Thee made whole in body and in soul, I may be accounted worthy to approach the Holy...

Thank you, thank you, Holy Father.

My father was a politician, and a very important politician, and one of the leaders of the Iraqi Democratic Party, who believed in progress.

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....

Throughout my life, I have talked to Heavenly Father regularly through prayer. I am very grateful to my parents for teaching me that Heavenly Father lives and that He always listens to us. He listens...

Everybody I knew, practically, was a journalist when I was a kid – my father, all of his friends. I never wanted to be like those people.

During the last week of her father’s life, Blanca stayed home with him. ‘I didn’t bathe. I didn’t sleep. I sat in the bed with him in the living room. And we were communicating all...

You can’t rest on yesterday’s growth. You must be dedicated to growing today… and every day.

No one is ever quite ready; everyone is always caught off guard. Parenthood chooses you. And you open your eyes, look at what you’ve got, say “Oh, my gosh,” and recognize that of all the...

He was giving her the most important thing he could, the only way he knew how. He was a professor, a lover of stories, and he was building her a library in the same way...

And I started with this: I have not painted at all my childhood. In fact, I never painted. But I helped my father who was a house painter and decorative painter. He made stage sets,...

My older sister was at the cusp of new wave, and I had older brothers from my father’s first marriage who were rock ‘n’ roll guys, so I was exposed to a lot of popular...

My father was a very unhappy person, very sarcastic, and my mother was very nervous and worried about what people thought. They weren’t monsters, but it wasn’t a good childhood.

I swearwe’d lose ourhearts ifthey weren’twith elasticand butterflypinclasped safelyin.

As a parent, you have authority because God calls you to be an authority in your child’s life. You have the authority to act on behalf of God. As a father or mother, you do...

Even if he was happier in Asia than he’d been in Latin America, the wanderlust still worked on my father’s insides like a disease. One of the most recurrent memories of my childhood is of...

I loved ‘Ghana Must Go’ by Taiye Selasi. It’s about a first-generation African family living in America that has to return home to Nigeria when their estranged father passes away.

If the bible be true, God commanded his chosen people to destroy men simply for the crime of defending their native land. They were not allowed to spare trembling and white-haired age, nor dimpled babes...

It’s the things you do that you don’t have to do that always determine the difference when it is too late to do anything about it.

I grew up listening to a lot of Ray Charles and ’60s rock, thanks to my father, and then my brothers got me in to KISS and whatnot, so I guess that’s where I got...

My father moved out a week later. I hugged him at our front door and couldn’t bear to watch him leave with so much luggage.

I had grown up in a privileged, upper-caste Hindu community; and because my father worked for a Catholic hospital, we lived in a prosperous Christian neighborhood.