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I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.
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fathers
sons
pride
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John Green |
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Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.
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fathers
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Markus Zusak |
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What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars.
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fathers
stars
moon
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Jodi Picoult |
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To be the father of growing daughters is to understand something of what Yeats evokes with his imperishable phrase 'terrible beauty.' Nothing can make one so happily exhilarated or so frightened: it's a solid lesson in the limitations of self to realize that your heart is running around inside someone else's body. It also makes me quite astonishingly calm at the thought of death: I know whom I would die to protect and I also understand that nobody but a lugubrious serf can possibly wish for a father who never goes away.
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fathers
mortality
death
religion
god
daughters
yeats
fatherhood
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Christopher Hitchens |
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Beauty is not who you are on the outside, it is the wisdom and time you gave away to save another struggling soul like you.
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activist
beautiful-personatlity
beautiful-soul
fathers
giving-heart
helping-out
homeless-tent-community
jealousy
marine-life-conservation
medical-missions
motivators
openess
outward-beauty
people-of-action
real-people
rescuers
search-and-rescue
time
true-beauty
prayer
writing
compassion
inspiration
philosophy
truth
inspirational
empathetic
takers
communicators
perspectives
inner-beauty
tender
givers
loving
charity
mothers
community
friendships
service
reflection
judgement
vanity
aging
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Shannon L. Alder |
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Fathers never have exactly the daughters they want because they invent a notion a them that the daughters have to conform to.
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fathers
daughters
ideals
perception
expectations
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Simone de Beauvoir |
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Once she had loved Prince Joffrey with all her heart, and admired and trusted her his mother, the queen. They had repaid that love and trust with her father's head. Sansa would never make that mistake again.
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fathers
trust
heartbreak
love
sansa-stark
george-r-r-martin
game-of-thrones
queen
mistakes
prince
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George R.R. Martin |
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Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.
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fathers
death
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Markus Zusak |
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You can know a thing to death and be for all purposes completely ignorant of it. A man can know his father, or his son, and there might still be nothing between them but loyalty and love and mutual incomprehension.
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fathers
relationships
sons
generations
knowledge
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Marilynne Robinson |
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At sixteen, you still think you can escape from your father. You aren't listening to his voice speaking through your mouth, you don't see how your gestures already mirror his; you don't see him in the way you hold your body, in the way you sign your name. You don't hear his whisper in your blood.
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fathers
family
traits
genetics
parents
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Salman Rushdie |
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"She didn't have a daddy?" I asked. "No." "Did you have a daddy?" "You're all questions, aren't you? No, love. We never went in for that sort of thing. You only need men if you want to breed more men."
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fathers
single-parenting
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Neil Gaiman |
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They were talking more distantly than if they were strangers who had just met, for if they had been he would have been interested in her just because of that, and curious, but their common past was a wall of indifference between them. Kitty knew too well that she had done nothing to beget her father's affection, he had never counted in the house and had been taken for granted, the bread-winner who was a little despised because he could provide no more luxuriously for his family; but she had taken for granted that he loved her just because he was her father, and it was a shock to discover that his heart was empty of feeling for her. She had known that they were all bored by him, but it had never occurred to her that he was equally bored by them. He was as ever kind and subdued, but the sad perspicacity which she had learnt in suffering suggested to her that, though he probably never acknowledged it to himself and never would, in his heart he disliked her.
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fathers
family
love
parents
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W. Somerset Maugham |
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He made a good salary but he did not flaunt it. He'd been raised in Chicago proper by a Lithuanian Jewish mother who had grown up in poverty, telling stories, often, of extending a chicken to its fullest capacity, so as soon as a restaurant served his dish, he would promptly cut it in half and ask for a to-go container. Portions are too big anyway, he'd grumble, patting his waistline. He'd only give away his food if the corners were cleanly cut, as he believed a homeless person would just feel worse eating food with ragged bitemarks at the edges - as if, he said, they are dogs, or bacteria. Dignity, he said, lifting his half-lasagna into its box, is no detail.
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fathers
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Aimee Bender |
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He needed me to do what sons do for their fathers: bear witness that they're substantial, that they're not hollow, not ringing absences. That they count for something when little else seems to.
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fathers
sons
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Richard Ford |
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"Well, it doesn't look good. Makes me look like one of those unloved latchkey children they make after-school specials about." "Don't sell yourself short. You're more Masterpiece Theatre."
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fathers
masterpiece-theatre
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Marisha Pessl |
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Many writers, especially male ones, have told us that it is the decease of the father which opens the prospect of one's own end, and affords an unobstructed view of the undug but awaiting grave that says 'you're next.' Unfilial as this may seem, that was not at all so in my own case. It was only when I watched Alexander [my own son] being born that I knew at once that my own funeral director had very suddenly, but quite unmistakably, stepped onto the stage. I was surprised by how calmly I took this, but also by how reluctant I was to mention it to my male contemporaries.
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fathers
mortality
sons
writers
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Christopher Hitchens |
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Sometimes I'd see my father, walking past my building on his way to another nowhere. I could have given him a key, offered a piece of my floor. A futon. A bed. But I never did. If I let him inside I would become him, the line between us would blur, my own slow-motion car wreck would speed up. The slogan on the side of a moving company truck read TOGETHER WE ARE GOING PLACES--modified by a vandal or a disgruntled employee to read TOGETHER WE ARE GOING DOWN. If I went to the drowning man the drowning man would pull me under. I couldn't be his life raft.
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fathers
family
homelessness
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Nick Flynn |
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Your mother said that Fraser sent her back to me, knowing that I would protect her--and you. ... And like him, perhaps I send you back, knowing---as he knew of me--that he will protect you with his life. I love you forever, Brianna. I know whose child you truly are. With all my love, Dad.
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fathers
love
daughters
safety
protection
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Diana Gabaldon |
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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.
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fathers
darkness
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Sam Shepard |
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...[W]hen I told my dad why I was calling, he just said, 'Honey, you're so beautiful it doesn't matter what you wear.' I wondered how many dads in America were, at that very moment, giving their daughters the same useless advice mine was giving me.
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fathers
clothing
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Melissa Kantor |
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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 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.
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fathers
marriage
men
feminism
women-s-rights
history
self-determination
independence
women
empowerment
wedlock
common-law
guardianship
feudalism
subjugation
married-life
property
matrimony
social-norms
misogyny
inequality
gender
husbands
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Antonia Fraser |
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You never would get through to the end of being a father, no matter where you stored your mind or how many steps in the series you followed. Not even if you died. Alive or dead a thousand miles distant, you were always going to be on the hook for work that was neither a procedure nor a series of steps but, rather, something that demanded your full, constant attention without necessarily calling you to do, perform, or say anything at all.
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fathers
fatherhood
father
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Michael Chabon |
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Then all the winds of Heaven ran to join hands and bend a shoulder, to bring down to me the sound of a noble hymn that was heavy with the perfume of Time That Has Gone. The glittering multitudes were singing most mightily, and my heart was in blood to hear a Voice that I knew. The Men of the Valley were marching again. My Fathers were singing up there. Loud, triumphant, the anthem rose, and I knew, in some deep place within, that in the royal music was a prayer to lift up my spirit, to be of good cheer, to keep the faith, that Death was only an end to the things that are made of clay, and to fight, without heed of wounds, all that brings death to the Spirit, with Glory to the Eternal Father, forever, Amen.
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fathers
spirit
music
song
glory
eternal-father
voices
singing
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Richard Llewellyn |
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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.)
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fathers
war
humour
courage
morality
civilisation
iraq
war-on-terror
iraq-war
sons
enemies
resistance
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Christopher Hitchens |
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When he died I had been away from home for a little over a year. In that year I had had time to become aware of the meaning of all my father's bitter warnings, had discovered the secret of his proudly pursed lips and rigid carriage: I had discovered the weight of white people in the world. I saw that this had been for my ancestors and now would be for me an awful thing to live with and that the bitterness which had helped to kill my father could also kill me.
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racism
fathers
family
whites
bitterness
sons
race-relations
race
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James Baldwin |
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When you're a dad, there's no one above you. If I don't do something that has to be done, who is going to do it?
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fathers
fatherhood
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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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.
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fathers
fathers-and-daughters
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Jane Smiley |
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There he is then, the unfortunate brute, quite miserable because of me, for whom there is nothing to be done, and he so anxious to help, so used to giving orders and to being obeyed. There he is, ever since I came into the world, possibly at his instigation, I wouldn't put it past him, commanding me to be well, you know, in every way, no complaints at all, with as much success as if he were shouting at a lump of inanimate matter.
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mankind
fathers
man
god
master
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Samuel Beckett |
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"They are always so quiet," he said, turning to Papa. "So quiet." "They are not like those loud children people are raising these days, with no home training and no fear of God," Papa said, and I was certain that it was pride that stretched Papa's lips and lightened his eyes. "Imagine what the Standard would be if we were all quiet." It was a joke. Ade Coker was laughing; so was his wife, Yewanda. But Papa did not laugh. Jaja and I turned and went back upstairs, silently."
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fathers
suppression
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Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie |
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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.
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fathers
family
sisters
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Karen Russell |
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I knew a lot of fellas who live in Lizzy and never got involved in some of the stuff that we were getting into. This was because they had a strong father figure at home, so they couldn't have gotten involved. The few of those who did end up in the gang even though their father was in the home, their father was just there as a provider, but he was not directly involved in their lives. Shelton 'Apples' Burrows reform gang leader
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fathers
gang-prevention
home-but-absent
involved-fathers
father-figure
gang-members
rebellion-raiders
fatherless-homes
fatherhood
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