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Valerie, I love you so much. I wanted you to have a normalchildhood—so I lived a double life. Hiding in plainsight. Living modestly.” He began to pace the room, thewords tumbling out of him. “I tried to keep it up, but I’vebeen so disrespected. Even by my own wife. I couldn’t do itanymore. I’ve settled for far less than I deserved, and I justcouldn’t do it anymore. I decided it was time to leave forthe city....For richer hunting grounds.” Cesaire was snarlingnow, a scary, powerful force. Valerie felt herself beingdrawn to it....She took a deep, steadying breath. It was not just fearthat she felt. What she felt was so much more complexthan that, something she couldn’t understand. “Then whydidn’t you just go?”“Because I loved you girls, and I wanted you to comewith me. To share the wealth.”“But you had to wait until the blood moon.
— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood Bonus Chapter
New teacher, if old was GreenHollyWood the new.... will be.... will be.... why not Holly Grendery... a teacher who lives agony - My Father (Bill) used to say if somebody is feeling miserable... let's take him out of his own misery.
— Deyth Banger
Her father had learned only one thing in prison. Not humility, nor patience, nor understanding...Marshall Kofer had learned to listen, at least to his daughter".
— John Grisham, Gray Mountain
Every child grows up thinking their father is a hero or villain until they are old enough to realize that he is just a man
— Mark Maish
Not everyone knows what it is to have your father’s rival’s penis inches from your nose.
— Ian McEwan, Nutshell
Fly you crows. My father was not a spectacle. He was the greatest man I ever knew. He was my everything.
— Stacey  Lee, Under a Painted Sky
The father who would taste the essence of his fatherhood must turn back from the plane of his experience, take with him the fruits of his journey and begin again beside his child, marching step by step over the same old road.
— Angelo Patri
Breathing is underrated.
— Stacey  Lee, Under a Painted Sky
As a child crawls up into his daddy's lap, we too can climb into our Father's arms and tell Him all that is in our hearts.
— Bill Bright, Abundant Living: Who You Are in Christ
You don't need the help of politicians to be a good teacher, Peter.
— Audrey Magee, The Undertaking
Now, standing here, it is clear as day: more than anything else, you want to find words for what you feel and think and everything that is dark. And then this terrifying thought hits you: Yes, your father wrote poetry to find a language for his wounds. Yes, you in your own way have become your father
— Bilal Tanweer, The Scatter Here Is Too Great
Well, fathers and sons… one way or the other, they always disappoint each other.
— Robert Ferrigno, Heart of the Assassin
My lord father used to say a man should never draw his sword unless he means to use it.
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
She went a little fucking overboard on her anger." He looks at me. "Her daughters are all a bit nuts, so you know exactly where they get it from.”"She called the fucking cops on me," I retort. "That's not nuts that's --""It's nuts," he rebuts. "It's fucked up.""That too," he says.
— Becca Ritchie & Kristia Ritchie, Hothouse Flower
The body was weak, it can't move it can't do anything. It was like a junkie or a robot which is off, the body was in terrible condition. This wasn't a robot, this was a human a real human which suicided a human which his body was swollen!
— Deyth Banger
Hello,I know that now you - father you are reading thisFuck you, fuck you, how did you decide to suicide fucking bastard!...
— Deyth Banger
May the Father judge him justly.
— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
It's a vanity to think that a legitimate shamanistic experience can be purchased.
— Father John Misty
My father some times he goes crazy, but sometimes nerves, crazy and mad in one place it's like daemon have started to control his life so he ended his life.
— Deyth Banger
But what of Ham? It didn’t matter if he told anyone about his drunken father or not, if he chided him or tried to dress him, if he lifted his struggling body back into bed, if he took his hand and told him where to place his feet, none of this changed the fact of what he’d seen. It’s possible he opened a door innocently, followed the sound of Noah’s voice cursing God and the sky, possible he didn’t even look, that he turned away before seeing. And it’s likely that Noah hadn’t noticed the door opening, couldn’t have told you who had come in, which son, wouldn’t remember anyway. Apparently it’s God’s call. Ham saw his father drunken and naked, and for this he was cursed, and all of his offspring, and the races that led from these offspring, accursed forever.
— Nick Flynn, Another Bullshit Night in Suck City
Implicit [in the psychiatric literature] is a set of normative assumptions regarding the father's prerogatives and the mother's obligations within the family, The father, like the children, is presumed to be entitled to the mother's love, nurturance, and care. In fact, his dependent needs actually supersede those of the children, for if a mother falls to provide the accustomed intentions, it is taken for granted that some other female must be found to take her place. The oldest daughter is a frequent choice... The father's wish, indeed his right, to continue to receive female nurturance, whatever the circumstances, is accepted without question.
— Judith Lewis Herman, Father-Daughter Incest: With a New Afterword
This, then, was Jango Fett's greatest reward, right here, sitting with his son, his young replica, sharing quiet moments.
— R.A. Salvatore
Derek cuddled his daughter against his shoulder and spoke in a mixture of baby words and cockney, a language only she seemed to understand.
— Lisa Kleypas, Dreaming of You
I wonder. If I had you wear that mask today, Anne, would you find the courage to tell me what is troubling you?"  Anne would very much have liked to confide in her father, but where in the world would she begin?  He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I will tell you a secret, my dear. All of my children are shy. They have simply learned the art of wearing masks.
— Lena Coakley
This gift of 'loving' the other person is a reflection of the spiritual 'love' given by the Father and shown through His Son Jesus Christ.
— George Calleja, My Little Book of Daily Prayer
One moment people dicide to die, after all what happen, after all their mistakes they just want to die. They don't see a purpose - this isn't a film this is reality my father died!
— Deyth Banger
A great White Bear waits outside. He has faithfully promised to make us all rich if he can but have our youngest daughter.
— Peter Christen Asbjørnsen, East of the Sun and West of the Moon: Old Tales from the North
My father said the weakest camel draws the wolves.” “Mine told me to hide until the wolves go away,” Abban replied.
— Peter V. Brett, The Desert Spear
Father", that sounds too dominant, too stern or Mufasa-like – he’s a coward, a low-budget, hand-fucking coward.
— Danielle Esplin, Give It Back
Fathers are no longer men, most are only boys who pretend.
— Delano Johnson, Rare Images of Love
I always loved him more after he had scolded me than I did at any other time.
— Ralph Moody
to an uncircumcised father, irreverent son.
— Jaime Tenorio Valenzuela
Dreams then were to be expressed in building railroads and factories, in boring gas wells, stringing telegraph poles. There was room for no other dream and since father could not do any of these things he was an outlaw in his community. The community tolerated him. His own sons tolerated him.
— Sherwood Anderson, A Story Teller's Story
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satisfaction. It felt good to hurt his feelings—it was payback for the way his choices had irrevocably damaged my own.
— Ernest Cline, Armada
As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you.
— Jesus Christ
Trust me, sweetheart, there is a reason centuries of fathers have fought brutal wars to protect the concept of Immaculate Conception.
— Karin Slaughter, Pretty Girls
Be less the general and more a father. Hold her close at night and chase the shadows away.
— Laura Frantz, The Mistress of Tall Acre
It had been my father's way to remove obstructions, to repair washouts in old trails, to leave each trail better than he had found it. "Tread lightly on the paths," he had told me. "Others will come when you have gone."That was how I would remember my father. There was never a place he walked that was not the better for his having passed. For every tree he cut down he planted two.
— Louis L'Amour
Happy Graduation," he said."Now go get her.
— Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me
Jesus Christ is the way of gaining a father, the path of a pure and righteous life without fornication, lust or adultery
— Sunday Adelaja
If formality and courtesy take over the feelings . . . how silly and meaningless these things could become. And despite all this, I still take part in it!
— Fumio Obata, Just So Happens
On and on they went these nevers, but despite their random natures I found myself following almost every one perhaps bc I never wanted to disappoint my father. His voice even now follows me now on this longest of rides this thing called life.
— Nicholas Sparks, The Longest Ride
Every man, who desires to become a true father, has to look continually to the Lord, that he might learn of Him how to relate to his own children
— Sunday Adelaja
I am so proud of my father; he is the biggest example of success and courage I have ever seen in my life. He is the emperor of my kingdom. Of course, my father IS an emperor, his name is Asoka, the greatest emperor ruled in India. Moreover, as the name says, he is ‘without sorrow’ and the slayer of our sorrows.
— Ama H. Vanniarachchy
Gatsby's self-willed metamorphosis from farm boy to prince is many ways identical to my father's. Like Gatsby, my father fueled this transformation with the "colossal vitality of his illusion". Unlike Gatsby he did this on a school teacher's salary.
— Alison Bechdel, Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic
But then, staring at the label on one crate, which readSWORD-CANE-DLUBECK SHOE TREE-HORASUITS (3)-HORAASSORTED HANDKERCHIEFS (6)-HORAJosef felt a bloom of dread in his belly, and all at once he was certain that it was not going to matter one iota how his father and the others behaved. Orderly or chaotic, well inventoried and civil or jumbled and squabbling, the Jews of Prague were dust on the boots of the Germans, to be whisked off with an indiscriminate broom. Stoicism and an eye for detail would avail them nothing. In later years, when he remembered this moment, Josef would be tempted to think that he had suffered a premonition, looking at those mucilage-caked labels, of the horror to come. At the time it was a simpler matter. The hair stood up on the back of his neck with a prickling discharge of ions. His heart pulsed in the hollow of his throat as if someone had pressed there with a thumb. And he felt, for an instant, that he was admiring the penmanship of someone who had died.
— Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay
He was incapable of untruth; never tampered with a fact; never altered a disagreeable word to suit the pleasure or convenience of any mortal being, least of all his own children, who, sprung from his loins, should be aware from childhood that life is difficult; facts uncompromising; and the passage to that fabled land where our brightest hopes are extinguished, our frail barks founder in darkness (here Mr. Ramsay would straighten his back and narrow his little blue eyes upon the horizon), one that needs, above all, courage, truth, and the power to endure.
— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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.
— Ama H. Vanniarachchy
On and on they went these nevers, but despite their random natures I found myself following almost every one. Perhaps because I never wanted to disappoint my father.
— Nicholas Sparks
Sometimes it seemed like the whole point of life was not to die the same death as your father.
— Christopher Bollen, Orient
As long as you don't tell your father that I seduced you, tied you to my bed and made love to you, then treated you like my personal sex slave, I'll probably make it through the meeting alive. Explaining dominant behavior isn't exactly easy. I'll be lucky if he doesn't kill me.
— Lauren Smith
The God who has claimed us for himself if Father, Son and Holy Spirit; not just Father, not just Son, not just Spirit. God is God FOR US - Father. God is God WITH US - Son. God is God IN US - Spirit.
— Darrell W. Johnson, Experiencing the Trinity
I kill things...and eat them." Axel Reid
— Harper Sloan, Unexpected Fate
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, new horizons were opened.Father: Yes, I am your father. I sired you and nowhere did I go. Where I was in the beginning, there I remained. I dwell in the old home, my estate is as it was. I spawned, I lived with your mother. Then I lived with peasant women and girls, spawning. I surrounded myself with chickens, roosters, turkeys. My poultry lay dozens of eggs a day. But I studied nothing, never did I suffer. My horizons remain the same, oh just the same. These spaces, ancient, veritably Russian, assembled around us are all — all just the same.("Adam")
— Andrei Bely, The Silver Age of Russian Culture: An Anthology
You may be my new princess. But your mama is my queen.
— Rachel Van Dyken, Eternal
(Don Fey had a large rubber stamp that said "bullshit," which was and is awesome.)
— Tina Fey, Bossypants
Your father doesn't fucking play games. you would never come home with a shamrock tattoo in that house.
— Tina Fey, Bossypants
I figured this staying up meant something. Maybe it was loss or love or some other word that we say when it's too fucking late but the boys weren't into melodrama. They heard that shit and said no. Especially the Old Man. Divorced at twenty, with two kids down in D.C., neither of which he sees anymore. He heard me and said, Listen. There are forty-four ways to get over this. He showed me his bitten-up hands.
— Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her
Before you and your spouse can work as a team raising your children, you must first work as a team in your marriage.
— Jim George, A Dad After God's Own Heart: Becoming the Father Your Kids Need
We can discover much about God by looking at nature. Take the Trinity for example. The Trinity is sort of like an apple. You've got the seeds, the flesh, and the skin. Three different things. Still, together they form one thing, an apple. And under no circumstances will one apple be three things, but the seeds, skin, and flesh will always be three things.
— Alan de Jager
It is the duty of every father... to write fairy tales for his children.
— Oscar Wilde
Father Sams, a mirthful shaman, looked at a nighted photograph of actress Lar Park Lincoln beneath his glass of bourbon con hielo.
— Jarrett McCall, The Breathing Advocate
Every father wants a daughter to meet the right God, and the right man. Perhaps her father had failed with both.
— Kathy Hepinstall, Blue Asylum
As he wasforced to tell his father more than once, “I said I’d fight for my mother’sthrone. I never said I’d die for it.” Then he’d add, simply to annoy the oldbastard into one of his frothy temper tantrums, “Don’t you think I’m toopretty to die?
— G.A. Aiken, What a Dragon Should Know
I sense that you won’t let the world push you into a life you don’t want. Maybe I’m wrong so let me at least say this: Fight, America. You might not want to fight for the things that most others would fight for, like money or notoriety, but fight all the same. Whatever it is that you want, America, go after it with all that you have in you. If you can keep from letting fear make you settle for second best, then I can’t ask for anything more from you. Live your life. Be as happy as you can be, let go of the things that don’t matter, and fight.
— Kiera Cass, The One
Perfect!" Wrath bellowed. "And this is a doctor saying it -- I mean, she went to medical school."..."And Dr. Sam told me she's delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career -- ""See!" Wrath yelled. "She knows these things. My son is perfect!
— J.R. Ward, The King
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 other men might build their daughters houses.
— Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
Finding the FatherMy friend, this body offers to carry us for nothing– as the ocean carries logs. So on some days the body wails with its great energy; it smashes up the boulders, lifting small crabs, that flow around the sides.Someone knocks on the door. We do not have time to dress. He wants us to go with him through the blowing and rainy streets, to the dark house.We will go there, the body says, and there find the father whom we have never met, who wandered out in a snowstorm the night we were born, and who then lost his memory, and has lived since longing for his child, whom he saw only once… while he worked as a shoemaker, as a cattle herder in Australia, as a restaurant cook who painted at night.When you light the lamp you will see him. He sits there behind the door… the eyebrows so heavy, the forehead so light… lonely in his whole body, waiting for you.
— Robert Bly, Iron John: A Book About Men
I always play with words,now i'm out of words i don't know how to describe you because you're my Father.. But surely i can say i love you
— Shujoy Chowdhury
...every now and then I watched him beam at Olivia. He obviously adored her. And I realized that meeting her father made me look at Olivia differently. She was somebody's little girl.
— Mark Peter Hughes, Lemonade Mouth
I had a choice. My instincts told me to hurry up and give the choking man the Heimlich maneuver. My brain told me to stay still until he expired and chalk this one up to divine intervention.
— Dinah Katt, Once Upon a Time Travel
I bring this up because in writing some thoughts about a father, or not having a father, I feel as though I'm writing a book about a troll under a bridge or a dragon. For me, a father was nothing more than a character in a fairy tale. I know fathers are not like dragons because fathers actually exist. I have seen them on television and sliding their arms around their wives in grocery stores, and I have seen them in the malls and in the coffee shops, but these were characters in other people's stories. The sad thing is, as a kid, I wondered why I couldn't have a dragon, but I never wondered why I didn't have a father. (page 20)
— Donald Miller, Father Fiction: Chapters for a Fatherless Generation
I think one of the sweetest proofs we have of the Father's loving care for us is that we often find in this life the things which gave us great happiness below.
— Rebecca Ruter Springer, My Dream of Heaven
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.
— Dinah Maria Mulock Craik, John Halifax, Gentleman
..my father was the best man in the world and probably worth a hundred of me, but he didn't understand me. The town he lived in and the town I lived in were not the same.
— Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Vol. 1
The bastard was effectively stuck until he and Morfyd helped him. Fearghus smiled a little at his father’s suffering and the female who caused it.I do love that woman.
— G.A. Aiken, Dragon Actually
You off then, Da?” she asked.“Aye. Too old for all this killing.” And to prove that, her father turned and brought his axe down on the head of a traitor that had gotten too close. Spun once more and cut off the legs of another.He faced them again. “Need to get back to my rocking chair and some hot tea.”“Clearly.
— G.A. Aiken, Supernatural
... your father has two secrets. You, Kip are not one of them.
— Brent Weeks, The Blinding Knife
A whore Ailean may have been, but a loving, caring whore who adored his offspring and mate.
— G.A. Aiken, Supernatural
I see my father. I see him gone away. My world is a little bit colder.
— Celia McMahon, Skye
Oh, sorry. I’m not . . . uh . . . interrupting something that will make me uncomfortable, am I?
— G.A. Aiken, Dragon Actually
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 he'll call me a righteous man when I've killed one of his sons?
— P.A. Minyard, The Beloved
You don't know your father, do you?”I shook my head. "No. All I know is he must have had wicked cool hair.”Dimitri glanced up, and his eyes swept me. "Yes. He must have.
— Richelle Mead, Vampire Academy
Be more than a father, be a dad. Be more than a figure, be an example.
— Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
In hindsight, the grand hero ideal she always thought he encompassed chipped away and all that remained was a cheap imitation. He embodied everything she’d hidden from in her adolescence. Boyfriends, relationships, and sex all led to disaster. Being alone was better than shattered and broken like mother: disenchanted with the life she’d been forced into.
— Callie Hunter, Disenchanted
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 the time. I kept thinking, and it's more beautiful in Spanish, but I wanted to bottle his breathing.
— Kevin Renner, In Search of Fatherhood
As for myself, I have found my perfect pattern in Jesus, who said, “The Father has not left Mealone, for I always do those things that please Him.” I am no longer motivated by personal ambition.I have discovered a sweeter, purer motive: simply to please my Father.
— Derek Prince
I buried my father in my heart.Now he grows in me, my strange son, my little root who won’t drink milk, little pale foot sunk in unheard-of night, little clock spring newly wetin the fire, little grape, parent to the future wine, a son the fruit of his own son, little father I ransom with my life
— Li-Young Lee, The City in Which I Love You
To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender.
— Euripides, Suppliant Women
Call me a sucker for a man who had a great ass who knows how to bake a macaroni casserole and can tolerate six hours of Sesame Street a day.
— Seanan McGuire, Rosemary and Rue
I hope she can’t tell that I’m appraising her and that I’m completely worried by what I see. She’s excitable and strange. She’s ten. What do people do during the day when they’re ten? She runs her fingers along the window and mumbles, “This could give me bird flu,” and then she forms a circle around her mouth with her hand and makes trumpet noises. She’s nuts. Who knows what’s going on in that head of hers, and speaking of her head, she most definitely could use a haircut or a brushing. There are small tumbleweeds of hair resting on the top of her head. Where does she get haircuts? I wonder. Has she ever had one before? She scratches her scalp, then looks at her nails. She wears a shirt that says I’M NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL. BUT I CAN BE! I’m grateful that she isn’t too pretty, but I realize this could change.
— Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants
He promised us that everything would be OK. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be OK. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
We need to get home and put some ointments and ice on the stings. Vinegar will make it worse, so if you thought Giraffe Boy could pee on you, you’re shit out of luck.”She agrees as if prepared for this—the punishment, the medication, the swelling, the pain that hurts her now and the pain that will hurt her later. She seems okay with my disapproval. She’s gotten her story, after all, and she’s beginning to see how much easier physical pain is to tolerate than emotional pain. I’m unhappy that she’s learning this at such a young age.“The hospital will have ointments and ice,” she says.
— Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants
I’d like you to come to Kauai with me,” I say. “And Scottie. I think it would be good to get her away from the hospital for a day. We can leave in the morning, find him, and be home tomorrow night. If it takes us a day longer, that’s fine, but we won’t stay more than two nights. That’s our deadline. If we don’t find him, then at least we know we tried.”“And this will make you feel better somehow?”“It’s for her,” I say. “Not for him or me.”“What if he’s a wreck? What if he loses his shit?”“Then I’ll take care of him.” I imagine Brian Speer wailing on my shoulder. I imagine him and my daughters by Joanie’s bed, her lover and his loud sobs shaming us. “Just so you know, I am angry. I’m not this pure and noble guy. I want to do this for her, but I also want to see who he is. I want to ask him a few things.”“Just call him. Tell his office it’s an emergency. They’ll have him call you.”“I want to tell him in person. I haven’t told anyone over the phone, and I don’t want to start now.”“You told Troy.”“Troy doesn’t count. I just need to do this. On the phone he can escape. If I see him in person, he’ll have nowhere to go.”We both look away when our eyes meet. She hasn’t crossed the border into my room. She never does during her nighttime doorway chats.“Were you guys having trouble?” Alex asks. “Is that why she cheated?”“I didn’t think we were having trouble,” I say. “I mean, it was the same as always.”This was the problem, that our marriage was the same as always. Joanie needed bumps. She needed rough terrain. It’s funny that I can get lost in thoughts about her, but when she was right in front of me, I didn’t think much about her at all.“I wasn’t the best husband,” I say.Alex looks out the window to avoid my confession. “If we go on this trip, what will we tell Scottie?”“She’ll think we’re going on a trip of some sort. I want to get her away from here.
— Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants
You’ve already said that,” Alex says. “Why should I go?”“You’re the only person I have,” I say. “And I want us all to be together. It will be good for us.”“Oh, so now I’m back in the picture again.”“Alex. Something bigger than you is occurring right now. I’m sorry about your unhappy childhood.”She glares at me in that special way of hers and Joanie’s that makes me feel worthless and foul-smelling.“So we’ll tell Scottie we’re going on a vacation while Mom is in the hospital?”“It’s for a day or two,” I say. “Scottie’s been in the hospital every day for almost a month now. She needs a break. It’s not good for her. I’d like you to be in charge of answering any questions she may have. She looks up to you. She’ll hang on whatever you say.”I’m hoping a leadership role, a specific chore, will make Alex act like an adult and treat Scottie well.“Can you do that?”She shrugs.“If you can’t handle things, let me know. I’ll help. I’m here for you.”Alex laughs. I wonder if there are parents who can say things to their kids like “I love you” or “I’m here for you” without being laughed at. I have to admit it’s a bit uncomfortable. Affection, in general, is unpleasant to me.“What if Mom doesn’t make it for two days?”“She will,” I say. “I’ll tell her what we’re doing.”Alex looks uncomfortable with this idea, that what I’ll say will make her mother want to live. “I’m bringing Sid,” she says. “If he doesn’t come, then I’m not going.”I’m about to protest, but I see the look in her eyes and know this is yet another battle that I’m bound to lose. Something about this guy is helping her. And Scottie seems to like him. He can keep her distracted. He can work for me.“Okay,” I say. “Deal.
— Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants
TIA OR TARA has stopped applying makeup to my wife’s face and is looking at Scottie with disapproval. The light is hitting this woman’s face, giving me an opportunity to see that she should perhaps be working on her own makeup. Her coloring is similar to a manila envelope. There are specks of white in her eyebrows, and her concealer is not concealing. I can tell my daughter doesn’t know what to do with this woman’s critical look.“What?” Scottie asks. “I don’t want any makeup.” She looks at me for protection, and it’s heartbreaking. All the women who model with Joanie have this inane urge to make over my daughter with the notion that they’re helping her somehow. She’s not as pretty as her older sister or her mother, and these other models think that slapping on some rouge will somehow make her feel better about her facial fate. They’re like missionaries. Mascara thumpers.“I was just going to say that I think your mother was enjoying the view,” Tia or Tara says. “It’s so pretty outside. You should let the light in.”My daughter looks at the curtain. Her little mouth is open. Her hand reaches for a tumbleweed of hair.“Listen here, T. Her mother was not enjoying the view. Her mother is in a coma. And she’s not supposed to be in bright light.”“My name is not T,” she says. “My name is Allison.”“Okay, then, Ali. Don’t confuse my daughter, please.”“I’m turning into a remarkable young lady,” Scottie says.“Damn straight.” My heart feels like one of Scottie’s clogs clomping down the hall. I don’t know why I became so angry.
— Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants
I quote my father to people almost every day. Part of that is because if you dispense your own wisdom, others often dismiss it; if you offer wisdom from a third party, it seems less arrogant and more acceptable. Of course, when you have someone like my dad in your back pocket, you can't help yourself. You quote him every chance you get.
— Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture
Maybe this isn't the right thing to say, but I want you to know: When you ran for the stage, I've never been so proud of you in all my life. You've always been beautiful; you've always been talented. And now I know that your moral compass is perfectly aligned, that you see clearly when things are wrong, and you do everything you can to stop it. As a father, I can't ask for more. I love you America. And I'm so so proud.
— Kiera Cass
We never get over our fathers, and we’re not required to. (Irish Proverb)
— Martin Sheen, Along the Way: The Journey of a Father and Son
Judgment, then, is not an impersonal, legalistic process. It is a matter of love, and it is something we choose for ourselves. Nor is punishment a vindictive act. God's "curses" are not expressions of hatred, but of fatherly love and discipline. Like medicinal ointment, they hurt in order to heal. They impose suffering that is remedial, restorative, and redemptive. God's wrath is an expression of His love for His wayward children.
— Scott Hahn, The Lamb's Supper: The Mass as Heaven on Earth
It is very easy to be a military strategist, a mercenary, or a king, but much harder to be a father.
— Nadia Scrieva, Tides of Tranquility
He always called me Daughter. It was to distinguish me from his sister Ava. I loved being called Daughter. It sounded so possessive, and to be possessed when you are a child is just a wonderful feeling. It makes you feel safe. It makes you feel loved.
— Ava Gardner, Ava Gardner: The Secret Conversations
He was like my father. They each wanted me to be their audience, to hear the things they needed to express.
— Richard Ford, Canada
Xavier, you have given me more grey hairs than all my sons put together.’ Saul frowned, then corrected himself. ‘To be fair, you and Zed. Just try not to add to them tonight.
— Joss Stirling, Seeking Crystal
New rules. If you are smart enough to live, you won’t hit Charles’s mate in front of his father.
— Patricia Briggs, Cry Wolf
A father knows his child's heart, as only a child can know his fathers.
— Kazuo Koike, Lone Wolf and Cub, Vol. 1: The Assassin's Road
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.
— Timothy Michael McDougall
These young-marrying, contemporaries or juniors of the Beat Generation, have often expressed themselves as follows: "My highest aim in life is to achieve a normal healthy marriage and raise healthy [non-neurotic] children." On the face of it, this remark is preposterous. What was always taken as a usual and advantageous life-condition for work in the world and the service of God, is now regarded as an heroic goal to be striven for. Yet we see that it is a hard goal to achieve against the modern obstacles. Also it is a real goal, with objective problems that a man can work at personally, and take responsibility for, and make decisions about—unlike the interpersonal relations of the corporation, or the routine of the factory job for which the worker couldn't care less.But now, suppose the young man is achieving this goal: he has the wife, the small kids, the suburban home, and the labor-saving domestic devices. How is it that it is the same man who uniformly asserts that he is in a Rat Race? Either the goal does not justify itself, or indeed he is not really achieving it. Perhaps the truth is, if marriage and children are the goal, a man cannot really achieve it. It is not easy to conceive of a strong husband and father who does not justified in his work and independent in the world. Correspondingly, his wife feels justified in the small children, but does she have a man, do the children have a father, if he is running a Rat Race? Into what world do the small children grow up in such a home?
— Paul Goodman, Growing Up Absurd
About this time, whether he felt there wasn't sufficient drama in his life or that he was determined not to be outdone by Miss McCabe, he decided that he was dying.
— John McGahern, All Will Be Well: A Memoir
If you’re not seeing God at the climax, it’s not worth doing. Sex is the bridge that connects heaven and earth.
— Darnell Lamont Walker, Creep
But in the end I'd marry her to the one she herself loved. To a father, the man his daughter falls in love with herself always seems the worst. That's how it is.
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
You see?" The Father whispered as the boy passed without meeting their eyes. "You shouldn't feel ashamed of your problem. Your life experiences oftentimes is the same as someone else's.
— Teresa Lo, The Other Side: a Collection of Short Stories
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.
— Steven Herrick, A Place Like This
I swearwe'd lose ourhearts ifthey weren'twith elasticand butterflypinclasped safelyin.
— Todd Boss
No, never regret destroying something written. Some things are best left hidden, especially if they can seriously hurt someone if they are found.
— Lynne King
He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.
— Steven Herrick, Cold Skin
... family men, Claude.""Then why aren't they home with their families?""You haven't been listening to me, Claude. It takes lots of honey to raise a family these days..." No, it isn't even that, these teddy bears don't like honey as much as they think they do. They think they're supposed to like it, the way they're supposed to like women and children. They think they're supposed to act like real grizzlies, but they don't feel it. You can't blame them, they just don't have it inside them. What they have, what they love most, is their memories: how the Coach used to shout niceworkpal whenever they caught the big ball or somehow hit the little one, how Dad used to wink when they caught one of his jokes, how when they repeated them he almost died laughing, so they told them and told them - if they told one really well he might do it. They memorized all the conversations verbatim, that about the pussies and the coons, the homers and the balls, the cams and the bearings. They're still memorizing. You can see them almost anytime you're out driving, there in the slow car just ahead, the young man at the wheel, the old man talking, the young man leaning a little to the right in order to hear better, the old man pointing out the properties, the young man looking and listening earnestly, straining to catch the old man's last word, the last joke verbatim, the last bit of know-how about the deals and the properties and the honey. When he thinks he's learned all he can from the old man, he'll shove him out of the car. You watch, next time you're out driving. "...these are the cream, Claude." These are the all-American fairies.
— Douglas Woolf, Wall to Wall
My father is the most genial Midwestern guy imaginable, but for him, disaster lurks around every corner—financial ruin, squandered health, pyramid schemes, airbags failing to deploy—so he tends to use fear as a parenting tool to try to goad his daughters into being more prepared.When he retired, he reached new levels of preparedness, so his car contained bottled water, hand wipes, a roadside emergency kit with flares, books on tape, a coin dispenser, and two hand towels to use as makeshift bibs so he and my mother could drive and eat without making a mess.
— Jancee Dunn
. . . 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, who came home attended by a man laden with Christmas toys and presents. Then the shouting and the struggling, and the onslaught that was made on the defenceless porter! Then scaling him, with chairs for ladders, to dive into his pockets, despoil him of brown-paper parcels, hold on tight by his cravat, hug him round the neck, pommel his back and kick his legs in irrepressible affection! The shouts of wonder and delight with wich the development of every package was received! The terrible announcement that the baby had been taken in the act of putting a doll's frying-pan into his mouth, and was more than suspected of having swallowed a fictitious turkey, glued on a wooden platter! The immense relief of finding this false alarm! The joy, and gratitude, and ecstasy! They are indescribable alike. It is enough that by degrees the children and their emotions got out of the parlor, and by one stair at a time up to the top of the house; where they went to bed, and so subsided.
— Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol and The Night Before Christmas
We were together. I forget the rest.
— Walt Whitman
Whenever Percy stopped by to see [Annabeth], she was so lost in thought that the conversation went something like this:Percy: 'Hey, how's it going?'Annabeth: 'Uh, no thanks.'Percy: 'Okay...have you eaten anything today?'Annabeth: 'I think Leo is on duty. Ask him.'Percy: 'So, my hair is on fire.'Annabeth: 'Okay, in a while.
— Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena
A moment of reserve. "That was it? The whole story?""Yes. God, you're right. That was pants."I sidestep another aggressive couscous vendor. "Pants?""Rubbish. Crap. S
— Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss
I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to be in a rush to experience anything other than the glory of the day, with each other, whenever and however it happened.
— Rachel Cohn, Dash & Lily's Book of Dares
You know," he said, "under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my
— Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell
Yeah, about that,” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.” “Or what?” I ask. “Or . . . or . . .” He can’t think of anything good. “Just give me a minute.
— Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.
— Cecelia Ahern, P.S. I Love You
Dill said striking a match under a turtle was hateful."Ain't hateful, just persuades him- 's not like you'd chunk him in the fire," Jem growled."How do you know a match don't hurt him?""Turtles can't feel , stupid," said Jem."Were you ever a turtle, huh?
— Harper Lee
Nope," he whispered, when I tried to tug it away. "Mine now.
— Alexandra Bracken, The Darkest Minds
The urge to jump into his arms and feel the warmth of them surrounding me is so powerful, I wonder if it's medically possible to be addicted to another human being.
— Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry
Baby, you’ve got enough strength and tenacity to takedown drug dealers. You’ll be fine.
— Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits
Why shouldn't I be introspective? We dont' make sense.""Neither do Chocolate and Peanut Butter, but it somehow works." He says "Somehow the mixture of two things is genius.
— Simone Elkeles, Return to Paradise
Then I had to decide if I needed to wear shoes that kicked ass or were good for ass kicking, on account of there's a difference you know. ~ Finger Lickin' Fifteen
— Janet Evanovich
Dimples crinkle up the skin near his lips. I will not look at his lips. How can he never have used those? That’s a crime against humanity right there.
— Carrie Jones, Need
Maybe I'll just give up on boys. Okay, maybe not. I mean they're just so cute!
— Jillian Dodd, That Boy
She's not my type,' Carter says.'So what is your type?''Tall, skinny, black hair, blue eyes, freckly nose. Blue tinsel wig and snowflakes optional.''Skinny?' I squeal.'Definitely. Pretending to be shy, sensible and stand-offish when really you're mad about me.''You sure about that?''No, but I'm hoping.
— Cathy Cassidy, Sundae Girl
Acheron always says that our scars are there to remind us of out pasts, of where we've been and what we've gone through. But that pain doesn't have to drive or determine our future. We can rise about it if we let ourselves. It's not easy, but nothing in life ever is." -Sundown
— Sherrilyn Kenyon, Retribution
We have three kinds of family 1.Those we are born to 2.Those who are born to us3.And those we let into our hearts ♥
— Sherrilyn Kenyon
That your eyes are like bits of sky seen through the leaves. And that, like the rain washes the mud from the leaves, you... how did he say it? Oh yes. That you wash the darkness from the world.
— Jessica Khoury, Origin
Princess Diana talking to Prince William about the loss of her title Her Royal Highness: She turned to William in her distress. She (Princess Diana) told me how he had sat with her one night when she was upset over the loss of HRH, put his arms around her and said: Don't worry, Mummy. I will give it back to you one day when I am king.
— Paul  Burrell, A Royal Duty
Once I had her hand, I never wanted to let go of her.
— Ottilie Weber, Family Ties
Cade thought about this. “Let me get this straight—you secretly pretend to like poetry to impress the smart girl in your English class, while she’s secretly pretending to like football to impress you.” He paused. “That’s gotta be the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”“I guess her subconscious finds my subconscious pretty irresistible,” Zach said, all teenage confidence right then.“You were lucky to pull that line off once, Garrity. I wouldn’t push it.
— Julie James, Love Irresistibly
How did you know I was different?” “You mean besides the obvious obsidian, the alien entourage, and the branch?” He laughed. “You’re full of electricity. See?” He reached between the seats and placed his hand over mine. Static crackled, jolting us both. Daemon grabbed Blake’s hand and threw it back at him. “I do not like you.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx
My boyfriend's an idiot," I say as soon as he lurches
— Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall
I came to get you. I knew you'd freak
— Holly Smale, Geek Girl
baby you light up my world like nobody else
— One Direction
Tell me what I can do to help you feel better."Well...I always like when you kiss me..."Do you?"You're good at it. "Well, that's lucky. Because I'll always be kissing you.
— Kristin Cashore, Fire
You give me things too," he said in a hushed voice as he bit off the
— Leah Spiegel, Foolish Games
Well, if you can't have what you want, you could try to want what you have.
— Gillian Shields, DogFish
He pulled my coat off my shoulders, looked at it with distaste, hung it on the back of one of the chairs pushed in under the kitchen table. "You are beautiful". No one had ever looked me in the eyes and said that. Eric to Sookie, Page 208.
— Charlaine Harris, Dead to the World
Rob opened the door, and a tiny kitten ran out. It stopped to sniff Rob‟s ankle and arched its back, spitting tiny kitty defiance at him. Rob scooped it up. The tiny black bundle barely filled his palm. Dark as ink, the only mark on it was a tiny white spot between its eyes. Rob looked up from the kitten to meet Jamie‟s wide-eyed attempt at innocence. "There was a cat in my closet.""I can explain," Jamie offered.Rob returned to the bed. He dropped the kitten in Jamie‟s lap, causing it to poke unfortunate things with tiny needle claws."Damn!" Jamie yelped, grabbing the kitten and putting a sheet between his delicate parts and danger. "I took out the trash yesterday, and there she was almost buried in a snow bank shivering.""It was ninety degrees yesterday, and there is no snow." Rob sat down on the edge of the bed. "Aren‟t you supposed to hate cats?"Jamie cuddled the tiny creature in his hands. It wrestled with his fingers. "That‟s dogs. I‟m not a dog, I‟m a wolf. There might not have been a snow bank, but it was dirty and hungry and very sad.
— Diane  Adams, Shattered Secrets
You can hold on to me for as long as you want. Let go of the pain, Sookie". - Eric, Club dead.
— Charlaine Harris, Club Dead
I love thee, I love but theeWith a love that shall not dieTill the sun grows cold,And the stars grow old
— Bayard Taylor
Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable. Why did it take him being whipped within an inch of his life to see it?
— Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire
I wanted a guy who made my stomach flutter, who was polite and respectful to everyone because he didn't think of anybody as beneath him, a man who did good things not because of what he’d gain but simply because it was the right thing to do. I wanted someone that cared about the injustices of the world and tried to help even if the issue didn't affect his life.
— Skyla Madi, Your Guardian Angel
Sandwich outdoors isn’t a sandwich anymore. Tastes different than indoors, notice? Got more spice. Tastes like mint and pinesap. Does wonders for the appetite.
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
He's very nice. He's something I replied. She considered this zipping her purse shut. Then she said Well everyone is. Everyone is Something. For some reason that stuck with me simple and yet not every since she'd said it. It was like a puzzle as well two vague words with one clear one between them.
— Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye
Marriage is the interview that never ends.
— J.J. Murray, The Real Thing
Why do you flirt with Mr. Daimler? He's a perv, you 
— Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall
Reeve shakes his head and exhales loudly. “That’s not what I’m saying and you know it!” He looks away. “Can you just . . . can you go get dressed and come with me and we’ll talk about it later? My mom’s expecting you.
— Jenny Han, Fire with Fire
He'd say most kids were made of sugar and spice, but his Kylee was made of pancakes.
— Mia Moore, 22
You hold substance in my psyche
— Sarahbeth Purcell
He always told me to look strong, even if I didn't feel it, because sometimes, that's all you can do.
— Jessi Kirby, In Honor
Have you ever kissed anybody?" he asked and took a sip.I smirked. "There aren't a whole lot of opportunitiesin the digital world. I did practice on my hand once. It didn't do anything for me".Justin coughed on the water he was swallowing and I slapped my hand over my mouth."Did I just say that aloud?" I mumbled.He was half coughing, half laughing. "Yes, you did", he managed to say.
— Katie Macvinsky
Now what?” he finally asked.Téa came to stand in the doorway of her office. “Nowwhat, what? Hey, is that you, Cal?”“Affirmative.”Affirmative? Was that the cutest or what?
— Christie Ridgway, An Offer He Can't Refuse
She's still small and I still want to put her in my pocket.-Seven Chillman, classmate
— Laura Ruby, Bad Apple
No," Lana said, "I'm not going to heal your scratch.""Good," Sanjit said."Good? Why good?""Because when you hold my hand, I don't want it to be work for you.
— Michael  Grant, Plague