The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature.
Antoine François Prévost d'ExilesMots clés fathers fatherhood french-literature
I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.
John GreenMots clés 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.
Mots clés 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.
Mots clés fathers embarrassment
Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.
Markus ZusakMots clés 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.
Mots clés 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 TadaMots clés 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 BurnsideMots clés family violence fathers domestic-violence
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