Father Quotes - Page 299

Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement.

In some deep place in her heart, Caroline had kept alive the silly romantic notion that somehow David Henry had once known her as no one else ever could. But it was not true. He had never even glimpsed her.

Norah looked at her son’s tiny face, surprised, as always, by his name. he had not grown into it yet, he still wore it like a wrist band, something that might easily slip off and disappear. She had read about people – where? she could not remember this either – who refused to name their children for several weeks, feeling them to be not yet of the earth, suspended still between two worlds.

She saw herself moving through another life, an exotic, difficult, satisfying life.

That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him.

But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would change.

The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's not really mine to know, is it?

A fear Paul had transformed all these years, like a gifted alchemist, into anger and rebellion.

No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.

It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

So something had begun, and now she could not stop it. Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. She could leave this place today. She could start a new life somewhere else.

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.

His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.

Grief, it seemed, was a physical place.

Either things grow and change or they die.

It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.

You missed a lot of heartache, sure. But David, you missed a lot of joy.

My father is a massive, massive music fan. I grew up listening to rock, soul and jazz.

Maybe this isn't the right thing to say, but I want you to know: When you ran for the stage, I've never been so proud of you in all my life. You've always been beautiful; you've always been talented. And now I know that your moral compass is perfectly aligned, that you see clearly when things are wrong, and you do everything you can to stop it. As a father, I can't ask for more. I love you America. And I'm so so proud.

You know, I guess there's enough information out there to support that I'm a crazy, wild dude and rock and roll and this, that and the other. And there's enough information to support that, you know, I'm a single father, that, you know, has been a pretty standup guy in his community and pretty private about that stuff. But it's on both sides.

The seasons shall tire and the years grow old, ere they exhaust these words: “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.

In Kabul, hot running water had been like fathers, a rare commodity.

Soon, he would become an adult. And when he did, there would be not going back because adulthood was akin to what his father had once said about being a war hero: one you became one, you died one.

The Kite Runner is a story of two boys and a father, and the strange love triangle that binds them.