I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.
My father wouldn't get us a TV, he wouldn't allow a TV in the house.
I just wish I could understand my father.
An angry father is most cruel towards himself.
Whenever I fail as a father or husband... a toy and a diamond always works.
Love and fear. Everything the father of a family says must inspire one or the other.
A father is a man who expects his son to be as good a man as he meant to be.
The time not to become a father is eighteen years before a war.
My father... had sharper eyes than the rest of our people.
I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.
As a kid, I know that most of my parents' friends were because my mom made friends with them, and my dad went along. I know a lot of dads who do that. I think it just starts to happen with guys. In the case of my father, he was probably just too busy reading books about Titanic.
Stern and critical, my father couldn't accept how feminine and dainty I was in comparison to my rough-and-tumble brother.
My father had a dairy farm. He employed three black families and one white family, and I used to play with black children.
My father was a man who didn't consider himself learned. He was a man who liked to be a farmer. He enjoyed his dairy farm and felt the calling. So there was a dedication. I was dedicated as a child to the service of God, and so there was this continual centering of a greater purpose than your own.
My father had all these great names for our cows. Bossy and Daisy and Petunia and Turnip. One of my jobs was to round up the cows before milking. I'd go out back with the dog and bring them in.
My mother's family came from the British West Indies. And my father's family came from, well, my father's father came from the Montana/South Dakota area. They were Blackfoot Indian.
My father was a socialist, so he would have thought that I shouldn't be a dame.
When I was ten years old, my family left a cold, damp prefab in West Fife and moved to Corby, Northamptonshire, where my father quickly found work at what was then the Stewarts & Lloyds steelworks.
I want to take this time to thank Daniel Cormier for being my biggest rival and motivator. He has absolutely no reason to hang his head. He has been a model champion, a model husband, a model father, a teammate, a leader, and I aspire to be a lot more like that man, because he's an amazing human being.
I used to love Danish. My father used to make a Boston cream pie. You never see that anymore.
