Fathers
Quotes - Real Superhero made me Superhero!
“It
was a fact generally acknowledged by all but the most contumacious spirits at
the beginning of the seventeenth century that woman was the weaker vessel;
weaker than man, that is. ... That was the way God had arranged Creation,
sanctified in the words of the Apostle. ... Under the common law of England at
the accession of King James I, no female had any rights at all (if some were
allowed by custom). As an unmarried woman her rights were swallowed up in her
father's, and she was his to dispose of in marriage at will. Once she was
married her property became absolutely that of her husband. What of those who
did not marry? Common law met that problem blandly by not recognizing it. In
the words of The Lawes Resolutions [the leading 17th century compendium on
women's legal status]: 'All of them are understood either married or to be
married.' In 1603 England, in short, still lived in a world governed by feudal
law, where a wife passed from the guardianship of her father to her husband;
her husband also stood in relation to her as a feudal lord.”
―
Antonia Fraser, The Weaker Vessel
“The
stories of young men searching for their fathers are the stories of young men
who through their adventures father themselves by doing for themselves what
they hoped a father would do for them. ("Anthropology: What Is Lost In
Rotation")”
―
William S. Wilson, Why I Don't Write Like Franz Kafka
“Loving
my son, building my son, touching my son, playing with my son, being with my
son… these aren’t tasks that only super dads can perform. These are tasks that
every dad should perform. Always. Without fail.”
―
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing: The Best of Year One
“Weston:
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.”
―
Sam Shepard, Curse of the Starving Class
“I
began to see that he was flawed. We are all flawed, but it is a powerful moment
when you realize that about your parents. Still, I loved him no less for it. I
know I have flaws, and my children are free to realize this and make their own
corrections.”
―
Ziauddin Yousafzai, Let Her Fly: A Father's Journey
“He's
an artist in London. We don't see him much."
Tom
gave him one of his quick, considering glances and asked, "Doesn't he live
with you?"
"No,"
said Indigo, finally saying out loud what he had known now for a long, long
time. "Not really. Not anymore.”
―
Hilary McKay
“When
I went to first grade and the other children said that their fathers were
farmers, I simply didn't believe them. I agreed in order to be polite, but in
my heart I knew that those men were impostors, as farmers and as fathers, too.
In my youthful estimation, Laurence Cook defined both categories. To really
believe that others even existed in either category was to break the First
Commandment.”
―
Jane Smiley, A Thousand Acres
“When
I was small I felt like a Superhero as my father threw me up in the air.
Now
after reaching this success peak I unmask - Real Superhero made me Superhero!”
―
Hasil Paudyal
“There
is a rustle of dead leaves. Dried sap, a branch crack, the whirring teeth of
Mr. Omaru's saw. My father--my real father--is a limb that got axed off the
family tree a long time ago now. My mother coughs and cleans phantom juices off
her silver with a cloth doily. My sisters clench their knives.”
―
Karen Russell, St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
“His
client needs him, he says. Needs him? But isn’t he needed at home?”
―
Beth Kephart, Undercover
“My
own view of Father was not nearly so high-flown or complicated. For me he was
flesh and blood and until the day I left Memphis behind, to take up residence
in Manhattan, he remained simply a barrier between me and any independent life
I might aspire to- a barrier to any pursuit of ideas, interests, goals that my
temperament guided me toward.”
―
Peter Taylor, A Summons to Memphis
“Well
look at that. He’s got the Rockwell genes.” Maya’s father gloated loudly over
what Maya assumed was his third leg.”
― Ƹ̵Óœ̵̨̄Æ·♥✫Melisa
M. Hamling♥✫Ƹ̵Óœ̵̨̄Æ·,
Twenty Weeks
“Spiritual
fathers have influence over the lives of individuals. Patriarchs have influence
over families. The devil has been able to destroy families because there is a
lack of spiritual fathers and patriarchs.”
―
Sherry K. White
“As
he grew older, which was mostly in my absence, my firstborn son, Alexander,
became ever more humorous and courageous. There came a time, as the
confrontation with the enemies of our civilization became more acute, when he
sent off various applications to enlist in the armed forces. I didn't want to
be involved in this decision either way, especially since I was being regularly
taunted for not having 'sent' any of my children to fight in the wars of
resistance that I supported. (As if I could 'send' anybody, let alone a
grown-up and tough and smart young man: what moral imbeciles the 'anti-war'
people have become.)”
―
Christopher Hitchens, Hitch 22: A Memoir
“I'm
so grateful — the love me and my daughter Chaya share is so powerful and so
potent and so pure. What we give each other is unconditional and unrestrained
love. We pour that love into each other, and we embrace that love from each
other with thankful hearts. So much so, that parts of ourselves live within the
other. Nothing and no one could separate us. Nothing and no one could
jeapordize our love. That's the magnitude of our daddy daughter love. That's me
and Chaya.”
―
Hendrith Vanlon Smith Jr
“It
was Sunday, and Mumma had gone next door with Lena and the little ones. Under
the pepper tree in the yard Pa was sorting, counting, the empty bottles he
would sell back: the bottles going clink clink as Pa stuck them in the sack.
The fowls were fluffing in the dust and sun: that crook-neck white pullet Mumma
said she would hit on the head if only she had the courage to; but she hadn't.”
―
Patrick White, The Vivisector
“She
was gratified to have possibly earned his respect, but a part of her grated at
the idea that she’d had to in the first place. He was her father. He should
have respected her before she was useful, should have loved and cared for her
before she had proven she deserved it.”
―
Nicki Pau Preto, Bonesmith
“Thinking
of her father, she realized how greatly she had leant on that man of deep
kindness, how sure she had felt of his constant protection, how much she had
taken that protection for granted. And so together with her constant grieving,
with the ache for his presence that never left her, came the knowledge of what
real loneliness felt like. She would marvel, remembering how often in his
lifetime she had thought herself lonely, when by stretching out a finger she
could touch him, when by speaking she could hear his voice, when by raising her
eyes she could see him before her. And now also she knew the desolation of
small things, the power to give infinite pain that lies hidden in the little
inanimate objects that persist, in a book, in a well-worn garment, in a
half-finished letter, in a favourite armchair.
She
thought: 'They go on—they mean nothing at all, and yet they go on,' and the
handling of them was anguish, and yet she must always touch them. 'How queer,
this old arm-chair has out-lived him, an old chair—' And feeling the creases in
its leather, the dent in its back where her father's head had lain, she would
hate the inanimate thing for surviving, or perhaps she would love it and find
herself weeping.”
―
Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness
“There's
something beautiful about a mothers embrace. And there's something magical
about a fathers affirmations.”
―
Hendrith Vanlon Smith Jr, CEO of Mayflower-Plymouth
