- Dad, you’re someone to look up to no matter how tall I’ve grown. ~Author Unknown
- Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. ~Gloria Naylor
- There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
- It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn’t. ~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
- It would seem that something which means poverty, disorder and violence every single day should be avoided entirely, but the desire to beget children is a natural urge. ~Phyllis Diller
- Are we not like two volumes of one book? ~Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
- The greatest gift I ever had Came from God; I call him Dad!~Author Unknown
- Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~Elizabeth Stone
- Never raise your hand to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected. ~Red Buttons
- I don’t care how poor a man is; if he has family, he’s rich. ~M*A*S*H, Colonel Potter
- Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever. ~Author Unknown
- There’s one sad truth in life I’ve found While journeying east and west -The only folks we really wound Are those we love the best. We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest, And deal full many a thoughtless blow To those who love us best.~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik
- Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about their fathers sooner or later... that the man before him was not an aging father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of his own and, as best he could, out of a sense of duty and, perhaps love, adopted a role called Being a Father so that his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector, who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of life. ~Tom Wolfe,The Bonfire of the Vanities
