I am sure there is a future state; I believe God is good; I can resign my immortal part to Him without any misgiving. God is my father; God is my friend: I love Him; I believe He loves me.
I am sure there is a future state; I believe God is good; I can resign my immortal part to Him without any misgiving. God is my father; God is my friend: I love Him; I believe He loves me.
When you told me the first time that Valentine was your father, I didn't believe it. Not just because I didn't want it to be true, but because you weren't anything like him. I've never thought you're anything like him. But you are. You are.
They are Man's and they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance and this girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased.
Err, sorry Father Abbot. I tripped y'see. Trod on my Abbot, Father Habit. Oh dear, I mean....
I fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean...
Father! Can I box him? Please!
A good father. A man with a head, a heart, and a soul. A man capable of listening, of leading and respecting a child, and not of drowning his own defects in him. Someone whom a child will not only love because he's his father, but will also admire for the person he is. Someone he would want to grow up to resemble.
He did not know that the Old One was his father, for such a relationship was utterly beyond his understanding, but as he looked at the emaciated body he felt a dim disquiet that was the ancestor of sadness.
Forgive me, O Heavenly Father, according to the multitude of Thy mercies. I have lusted in my heart to break a man's skull and scatter the stench of his brains across several people's back yards.
He was my father. I own half his genes, and all of his history. Believe this:the mistakes are part of the story. I am born of a man who believed he could tell nothing but the truth, while he set down for all time the Poisonwood Bible.
No, happily that unjust prejudice is forgotten which made the son responsible for the father's actions. Review your life, Albert ...
I watched my brother and my father. The truth was very different from what we learned in school. The truth was the line between the living and the dead could be, it seemed, murky and blurred.
There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.
There was our father, the heart we knew held all of us. Held us heavily and desperately, the doors of his heart opening and closing with the rapidity of stops on an instrument, the quiet felt closures, the ghostly fingering, practice and practice and then, incredibly, sound and melody and warmth.
Well, as my dad would say, it means she's out of this shithole.
And as for my father? No, he wouldn't ever walk through those gates; I now knew that. Whatever Thomas Stone had, wherever he was at this moment, he had no idea what he'd given up in the exchange.
As a child I'd longed for Thomas Stone or at least the idea of him. So many mornings I waited for him at the gates of Missing. I saw that vigil now as necessary, a prerequisite for my insides to harden and cure just like the willow of a cricket bat must cure to be ready for a lifetime of knocks. That was the lesson at Missing's gates: the world does not owe you and neither does your father.
Here Carlyle had come, here George Eliot had progressed through the bookshelves. Roland could see her black silk skirts, her velvet trains, sweeping compressed between the Fathers of the Church, and heard her firm foot ring on metal among the German poets.
A man is only as rich as the number of children he fathers. After all, what else do we leave behind in this world...
When a father, absent during the day, returns home at six, his children receive only his temperament, not his teaching.
I saw a scene in a bus station once. It was a little family knot Grandmother was going home. The youngster burst into tears at losing Grandmother and went to her mother, who gave her a cuff on the cheek and said Now brace up. She went to her father, and he comforted her.
My father was an American who could cuss in Italian and make an aria out of it. It was wonderful to watch. But then again, he was a Gemini. I believe in that stuff.
They alone are sons who are devoted to their father. He is a father who supports his sons. He is a friend in whom we can confide, and she only is a wife in whose company the husband feels contented and peaceful.
There must always be a struggle between a father and son, while one aims at power and the other at independence.
If the new American father feels bewildered and even defeated, let him take comfort from the fact that whatever he does in any fathering situation has a fifty percent chance of being right.
I'm in Miracle on 34th Street. If you've seen the film, that's me. I believe in Father Christmas.
The point of all that is, they still decline to turn over the boy to his father. We could go to Miami and knock on the door and we could come out without the boy. That's unacceptable to us. The central issue is whether this boy is going to be restored to
My Father is Love - His Son was proof.
I don't want to talk about whether firing these rockets is important or not, but I wanted to talk about the destructive consequences. No one of us could forget last week's tragedy when a father and his son were killed by a rocket.
For every word you have said -- even those I might disagree with -- on behalf of all the Cuban people, Holy Father, I thank you
First you must forgive those who you have any grudges against, ... That way the Father will forgive you and answer your prayers.
My dad was very fun and very adventurous, and from a formative age I learned to value men who would do things on a whim.
Feels good to try, but playing a father, I'm getting a little older. I see now that I'm taking it more serious and I do want that lifestyle.
He was looking though the glass at the photos that were up on the wall in their hall of fame. He said, 'Dad, I want to come here and do what you did to follow you.' I said, 'No, Bryan. That was my life. You're going to have to live your own life.
Work is often the father of pleasure.
My dad takes care of me as a manager and as a dad. That's his job, you know, to take care of me. He has my best interests at heart.
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.
With puppets, you follow the head and the arms will follow, but Frank didn't really do that with the Swedish Chef. He and my dad were best friends, but they were very competitive. They were always doing things to see who could be funnier and how could they upstage each other, ... Frank was often leading. He'd be picking stuff up and choking things. My dad would be talking mock-Swedish and he'd have to try to keep up. After a while, Frank would say, Maybe someone else should do the hands,' but my dad would never let him. He said, No, you're doing the hands.'
My first name - I have no middle name - was chosen by my father, as he told me, on that solitary walk in the forested hills. He selected it from a verse of the seventh chapter of Isaiah; there was no Immanuel among our ancestors known to him.
Years later, when Baker learned that Gaye had been killed by his father, he thought back to the last time he saw Gaye. He was in bad shape, just...detached, ... going to a drive-in, or sit around playing poker, or chase girls, or let them chase us.
Actually, Jacob's father, James Fleming (1773-1857 and his wife, Jane Hulse Fleming (1774-1843), were the first to settle in Point Pleasant. They moved from Shrewsbury to Point Pleasant and opened a tavern and a maritime business. Jacob and Mary Fleming were the first Flemings to live their whole lives in Point Pleasant.
When my dad was alive, he would give them to the kids. People didn't have a lot of money, so they did this for gifts.
I owe a lot to my dad, just for having provided the wrestling business for us to get into.
I was just studying with my father, a very difficult task for me since he was a great, great Qawwali singer.
You grow up out in the country and you grow up doing this all your life. Dad taught you everything he knew as far as farming, and you learn to respect it.
Sharon has transformed his image from that of a headstrong adventurer into a father of the nation. Like a good wine, he has aged well.
My Dad is 100 Years Old also touches on a controversy impossible to understand in today's moral climate, when Rossellini and Bergman were banished from Hollywood because they fell in love while she was married to another man. Bergman didn't make a U.S. film for seven years. They were hurt, ... To be ridiculed in the newspapers. My father was such an intellectual and moral person, to be reduced to a sexy playboy, it was humiliating.
The charm of the words of great men, those grand sayings which are recognized as true as soon as heard, is this, that you recognize them as wisdom which has passed across your own mind. You feel that they are your own thoughts come back to you, else you would not at once admit them. 'All of that has floated across me before, only I could not say it, and did not feel confident enough to assert it or had not conviction enough to put it into words.' Yes, God spoke to you what He did to them only, they believed it, said it, trusted the Word within them and you did not. Be sure that often when you say, 'It is only my own poor thought, and I am alone,' the real correcting thought is this 'Alone, but the Father is with me, and therefore I can live that lonely conviction.'
The ruling leaves the immediate question of Elian's custody back in the hands of the Justice Department. Reno is free to send marshals in to get the boy and reunite him with his father, but the court's decision may make it politically harder for her to order action because the Little Havana community believes it has won a big victory, and could become even more volatile if the feds try to remove Elian from Miami.
I don't know how much weight did he lose, but he lost too much. A father and mother know when their son has lost too much weight.
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