The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature.
Antoine François Prévost d'ExilesTags: fathers fatherhood french-literature
I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.
John GreenTags: pride sons affirmation fathers
I always wondered why God was supposed to be a father," she whispers. Fathers always want you to measure up to something. Mothers are the ones who love you unconditionally, don't you think?
Jodi PicoultWeston: Look at my outlook. You don't envy it, right?
Wesley: No.
Weston: That's because it's full of poison. Infected. And you recognize poison, right? You recognize it when you see it?
Wesley: Yes.
Weston: Yes, you do. I can see that you do. My poison scares you.
Wesley: Doesn't scare me.
Weston: No?
Wesley: No.
Weston: Good. You're growing up. I never saw my old man's poison until I was much older than you. Much older. And then you know how I recognized it?
Wesley: How?
Weston: Because I saw myself infected with it. That's how. I saw me carrying it around. His poison in my body.
Tags: children darkness fathers
Hey Jade?' He called out holding two packages of maxi pads.
I shook my head violently to stop Dad from talking, but from where he stood, I doubted he could see I was talking to a boy. A mildly annoying, but nonetheless cute boy.
'Do you want wings or no wings?'
It was official.
This was shaping up to be the Most. Embarrassing. Day. Ever.
Tags: fathers embarrassment
Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.
Markus ZusakTags: fathers accordions
Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones.
Papa was an accordion!
But his bellows were all empty.
Nothing went in and nothing came out.
Tags: death fathers accordions
Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father.
Lydia Maria Francis ChildThere is nothing that moves a loving father's soul quite like his child's cry.
Joni Eareckson TadaTags: love children parenting fathers
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]
John BurnsideTags: family violence fathers domestic-violence
« first previous
Page 3 of 12.
next last »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.