Quotes About Emotion

It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.

Son, you outgrew my lap, but never my heart.

I felt something impossible for me to explain in words. Then, when they took her away, it hit me. I got scared all over again and began to feel giddy. Then it came to me... I was a father.

If my father had hugged me even once, I'd be an accountant right now.

My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die.

Nothing is quite so emotional and passionate as what goes on inside of a family. People are driven to distraction by a father or a mother or a husband. Or a child.

My father had a very violent temper, and he was never home. So I was kind of a mama's boy.

To people who remember JFK's assassination, JFK Jr. will probably always be that boy saluting his father's coffin.

The white fathers told us: I think, therefore I am. The black goddess within each of us - the poet - whispers in our dreams: I feel, therefore I can be free.

'My Father's Eyes' is very personal. I realized that the closest I ever came to looking in my father's eyes was when I looked into my son's eyes.

Thank you for being interested. Doesn't sound much but it meant just about everything.

Hey, Ocean Eyes," my father said. "Where'd you go on us?

You believe an eye for an eye until you are put in that situation. If they kill those guys, it really doesn't mean much to me. My father is gone.

My father died many years ago, and yet when something special happens to me, I talk to him secretly not really knowing whether he hears, but it makes me feel better to half believe it.

Father was made for romance. For him there was no such thing as a fact.

My father was all brain and little heart.

A moment might be a thousand different things.

I know virtually no one of my age who can remember a hug, or a smile from their father, or a 'Let's go play football.'

I was five years old when I wrote my first song. It was out of longing for my father that I wrote it.

I didn't feel particularly close to my father.

I dig my father. I wish he could open his eyes and dig me.

I had a glorious father, I had no father at all.

Grief, it seemed, was a physical place.

I mean my father was killed when I was six. And I only have tiny, tiny flashes of memory.