#father

In my relations with my father, which are difficult and where I'm often met by coolness and indifference, I am constantly tempted to be cold and indifferent. Yet I know that this is a test if I could take it rightly. ↗

— Evelyn Underhill

#cold #constantly #coolness #could #difficult

My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me. ↗

— Jim Valvano

#another #anyone #believed #could #father

You can't be perfect. You can't be the perfect father. You can't be the perfect singer. ↗

— Eddie Vedder

#perfect #singer #you

My father, who was from a wealthy family and highly educated, a lawyer, Yale and Columbia, walked out with the benefit of a healthy push from my mother, a seventh grade graduate, who took a typing course and got a secretarial job as fast as she could. ↗

— George Weinberg

#benefit #columbia #could #course #educated

The greatest job I ever had was working on my family farm. Each morning my father would come into my bedroom around 4:30 am and command me to get up and work the fields. I would spend the next two hours before school slopping pigs and cropping tobacco. ↗

— Armstrong Williams

#around #bedroom #before #come #command

My father has taught me all the tricks of the boys at an early age, which has made me very careful. ↗

— Kim Wilde

#careful #early #early age #father #made

My father died during open-heart surgery on March 29 of my senior year in college. I was getting set to go to law school. I remember sitting in the waiting room when the doctor walked in. I said to myself, The worst possible thing just happened. What will you do? ↗

— Steve Wynn

#died #doctor #during #father #getting

He begins to sing to her, very softly, almost not singing at all, just a whisper of a tune. He spins out the tune like it is a tale he is telling her, until he feels her body relax, until he feels her falling into sleep. He sings to let her know he’s there, to stay anchored to the earth, to keep from laughing or crying in amazement that he is lying with Alice in his arms, he sings as if music could keep her alive, as if music could feed her soul, as if music could weave a protective spell around her to survive these days and these weeks and these months and these years, he sings as if he could give her a piece of himself, which will ring inside of her like a bell, like a promise, like hope whenever she needs him; and in his singing, he promises her every single thing he can think of, and more. ↗

— Laura Harrington

#coming-of-age #father-daughter #iraq-war #young-love #age