Father Memory Quotes

#1. Time is hastening on, and we
What our fathers are shall be,
Shadow-shapes of memory!
Joined to that vast multitude
Where the great are but the good.

John Greenleaf Whittier

#2. It is to the prodigals ... that the memory of their Father's house comes back. If the son had lived economically he would never have thought of returning.

Simone Weil

#3. That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did.

Holly Black

#4. You see, Minka, my father would say. Anything is possible. Even the most terrible beast might one day be a distant memory. He would hold my hand in his, tracing my finger along the brightest stars in the constellation. Look, he would say. There is the head, and the tail. There's the heart.

Jodi Picoult

#5. Love is the only memory one never loses, Isaac." His father had said. "Because even if one loses his mind the memory always remains in the heart.

Felix Alexander

#6. Sometimes you don't know if your memory is because you really experienced it or because you look at your old pictures. I have a nice picture of myself held up by my grandfather and my father standing next to me. We all have the same name - we're all called Anton Corbijn. That's something I cherish.

Anton Corbijn

#7. It had given her pleasure to do things for him in his lifetime, and now it was a pleasure to do things for his memory. But the memory of a father went only so far.

Alexander McCall Smith

#8. The first money memory that many of us have as children is finding a coin on the street, in the park, or while walking to school. Then when we picked up the penny or nickel and showed it to our mother or father, and they immediately told us to go wash our hands saying, That is dirty!

Celso Cukierkorn

#9. Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. "And your father?" he demanded, extending the sword. He didn't yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.

Becca Fitzpatrick

#10. And overpowered by memory
Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely
For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching
Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself,
Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again
And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.

Homer

#11. My children, as long as you live, the shadow of the Hiss Case will brush you. In every pair of eyes that rests on you, you will see pass, like a cloud passing behind a woods in winter, the memory of your father - dissembled in friendly eyes, lurking in unfriendly eyes.

Whittaker Chambers

#12. To my father, who told me the stories that matter. To my mother, who taught me to remember them.

Marita Golden

#13. He was the friend of the king, who honored highly, as everyone knows, the memory of his father, Henry IV.

Alexandre Dumas

#14. I think that even though my father wasn't there, in his death and in his memory, he has been a mentor to me in my manhood because my mom couldn't teach me how to be a man.

Francis Capra

#15. Life is nothing like a choose your own adventure. Except for when it is, in its randomness: a cancer sell splitting and spreading ruthlessly within the bloodstream; a storm raising on a deadly lake. Except for when it is, in the way the ending changes - in memory in meaning father than substance.

Carrie Snyder

#16. My earliest memory from childhood is of fishing with my father. And I remember vividly we were in a store, and we were buying a pup tent to go on our first camping trip.

David Suzuki

#17. See how brave they are, whispered the memory of her father's voice. She'd been very young when he'd said this. Bright and still. Those stars are the kind of soldiers who stand and fight.

Marie Rutkoski

#18. My first memory in the world is my gym teacher ripping my mother's necklace off her neck and throwing it out the window and her running downstairs to go after it. I have no memory before that. I was 4. My father had a lot of girlfriends and my mother had a lot of boyfriends.

Mike Nichols

#19. Dad used to read aloud to us from Dickens and Kipling. My tastes were omnivorous. I read anything I could lay my hands on, but the memory that stays with me is that of my father reading the Jungle Books to us when we were young. Beautiful stories!

A.B. Guthrie Jr.

#20. I barely remembered my father; I'm confused between genuine memory and the few photographs that survived.

Tom Stoppard

#21. The memory of my father is wrapped up in white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day of work. Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat, he drew love from his small body.

Yehuda Amichai

#22. I was myself brought up with my brother, whose name was Matthias, for he was my own brother, by both father and mother; and I made mighty proficiency in the improvements of my learning, and appeared to have both a great memory and understanding.

Flavius Josephus

#23. My father never permitted anything which I learnt to degenerate into a mere exercise of memory. He strove to make the understanding not only go along with every step of the teaching but ... precede it.

John Stuart Mill

#24. Who said memory is kind? Memory is merciless. My father was right. 'All the things you want to remember, Paullina, I want to forget'.

Paullina Simons

#25. I had been with my father so constantly for so long that I knew less and less about him with every passing year. Every meaningful image was jumbled together with the countless moments of our daily life defeating my efforts to gain some perspective.

Jane Smiley

#26. About my first memory, sitting on the shoulders of a giant who I know can only be my father. Of touching the sky. Of lying between two people who read me stories of wild things and journeys with dragons, the soft hum of their voices speaking of love and serenity. See, I remember love.

Melina Marchetta

#27. She hadn't seen gold since she'd last
been to her father's home, when she would sneak off to meet him.
Smiling at the brief memory of, as her mother called him, the one
who gave me the seed which allowed for your presence.

G.A. Aiken

#28. My father says you remember the smell of your country no matter where you are but only recognize it when you're far away.

Aglaja Veteranyi

#29. I had some vague memory of visiting Canberra as a lad, when we came up with my father by car. But when I made the long train journey from Sydney to Canberra and arrived at the little stop, I did wonder slightly whether this really was the national capital.

John Henry Carver

#30. His mother had survived decades of marriage to his angry, disappointed, alcoholic father by developing what she called a "forgettery" instead of a memory. She woke up every day and forgot the day before.

Salman Rushdie

#31. My earliest memory is dreamlike: in a small orchard or garden I am carried on the arm, I believe, of my father; there was a group of grown-ups, my mother among them, and the group was slowly walking in the orchard, it seems toward the house.

Immanuel Velikovsky

#32. Like her father, Bess never forgot a hurt or a service.

Jeane Westin

#33. On the day I was born, or possibly on one of the following days, my father went on a walk in the forested hills and thought of a name for me. His first son was called Daniel, and Samuel in memory of one of his forefathers.

Immanuel Velikovsky

#34. I have an evolving relationship with my father, and his memory, especially the older I get. I know that some of the things that interested him are things that interest me.

Chiwetel Ejiofor

#35. My father left when I was three, and I have no memory of him. The most significant male figures in my life were my grandfather, in whose house I lived during the first 10 years of my childhood, and later my stepfather.

Isabel Allende

#36. When my father was assassinated, I decided that I would not compete with his memory, but the priority would be to achieve his dream.

Benigno Aquino III

#37. My most vivid memory of my father centers on the day he left. It was warm, and my mother was especially short with Rhonda and me that afternoon, which I attributed to the heat. I was oblivious to the mounting hostilities in our basement apartment.

Deval Patrick

#38. Sometimes I'd take off my earmuffs and memory goggles and turn around to discover that my father had been standing in the doorway, just watching me.

Joshua Foer

#39. Fearing lest it might seem disrespectful to his memory for me to be on good terms with anyone with whom my father had once vowed to castrate.

Seth Grahame-Smith

#40. Because we had known the good times, I think my brother and I felt the loss more acutely. My father's waning presence, his chronic absence, his disappearance. Now he was just a memory.

Bryan Cranston

#41. I have a strong memory of the day I was told that my father had a weak heart and that he had to go to the hospital. He died when I was nine years old on the same day that Franklin Roosevelt died; it was his 45th birthday.

Alan J. Heeger

#42. In memory of my father, because he said so

Katja Millay

#43. From my father, Alfred: Senza memoria vita non esiste.
(which in Italian means, without memory life does not exist)

Raymond F. Vennare

#44. Frankly,
the image of his father wearing bell-bottoms,
smoking a joint, and calling his mother a "totally
groovy chick" was wrong on so many levels he
wanted to erase the whole thing from his memory

Julie James

#45. My mother wrote poetry when I was young - I have an early memory of the sound of her typewriter - and my father told me inventive bedtime stories.

Eula Biss

#46. When I read a book I liked, I would get a pen and one of my father's legal pads and rewrite it from memory as if I had thought of it myself. It was a clear sign that I wanted to be involved in writing, even if it was just pretend at that point.

Jonathan Dee

#47. Father may have been wanting in some things, but here he was masterful. Night upon night, I marveled at his power to hold listeners in rapt attention. He could tell a story with such detail, such flourish, that afterwards a man could swear it had been his own memory, and not a tale at all.

Seth Grahame-Smith

#48. Logic is a game, came the memory of his father's voice. Let's see how you play

Marie Rutkoski

#49. The very idea of a library for me is bound to my mother and father and includes the history of my own metamorphosis through books, fictions that are no less part of me than much of my own history.

Siri Hustvedt

#50. It brings back a long-forgotten memory of Christmas, the year I turned six. I was supposed to be in bed, but I was up waiting and watching for my father or Santa Claus, whoever came first.

Carolee Dean

#51. If ever I had any doubts about the fundamental realities of religion, they could always be dispelled by one memory- the light upon my father's face as he came back from early communion.

Alfred Noyes

#52. Dedicated to the memory of MY FATHER. For if I had not believed that he would have wished me to give such help as I could toward making his life's work of service to mankind, I should never have been led to write this book.

Leonard Darwin

#53. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours, to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom.

Abraham Lincoln

#54. My father could be very distancing. My clearest memory is of him squatting, watering plants for hours and hours at a time, completely silent. He was very self-contained; my mother was more outgoing and chatty and social. I'm certainly more like her.

John Malkovich

#55. One of my most precious possessions is my memory of a home in which love was supreme, in which I cannot recall ever a cross word having passed between father and mother. We all owe such a blessing to our children.

David O. McKay

#56. My father belongs to the generation that fought the war in the 1940s. When I was a kid my father told me stories - not so many, but it meant a lot to me. I wanted to know what happened then, to my father's generation. It's a kind of inheritance, the memory of it.

Haruki Murakami

#57. If I have one special memory, it was when we recreated the trial of the Chicago Seven - and I'd known about it before - but this was a pivotal moment in my life. If my father had been found guilty of conspiracy, I wouldn't be here.

Troy Garity

#58. Because in my mind - in the memory that has lodged itself imperturbably in my mind, my father resembles Abraham Lincoln, a man with long arms and deep pockets and dark eyes ...

Daniel Wallace

#59. We had a dog who was named Pushinka, who was given to my father by a Soviet official. And we trained that dog to slide down the slide we had in the back of the White House. Sliding the dog down that slide is probably my first memory.

John F. Kennedy

#60. You should just keep your mouth shout! It gets very tedious having you make a snarky comment about everything that someone says in this group.

Jojo Moyes

#61. The memory slowly faded away. I could feel tears strolling down my snout from my eyes. I missed my father ... He did what he could to save me that day.

Grace Fiorre

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

Kristin Scott Thomas

#63. Another family story is forges, one that father and son will laugh about for decades. This is how a legacy is built. One memory at a time.

Mitch Albom

#64. I was the first face you saw when you were born, you were bald as my hair ran black. Now yours the last face I saw before I died, your hair ran black, as I was bald.

Anthony Liccione

#65. A memory, long buried, sprang up of her father warning her never to cross the stream and go into the forest.
"The Dragonwood," she mumbled.
How could she have forgotten the Dragonwood?
Her father had explained that it wasn't their land, and that dangerous animals lurked in the shadows.

Donna Grant

#66. I have that memory of dancing on my father's feet to all the music my parents used to listen to.

Deborah Kass

#67. Sometimes it's blood memory ... not the blood your mother and father gave you ... but that which stretches back two or three thousand years.

Martha Graham

#68. In my memory of those dark winter nights, my father and I own the whole science building, and we walk about like a duke and his sovereign prince, too preoccupied in our castle to bother about our frozen duchy.

Hope Jahren

#69. Men were often far different in their roles as fathers than they were as suitors, the memories of which kept them, out of necessity, both vigilant and violent, and even in tender moments, to their daughters.

James Anderson

#70. The memory of that day in the dump made him a little sentimental for his father - they had had some good times together, and Buddy had made a decent meal in the end. Really, what else could you ask from a parent?

Joe Hill

#71. My father's haunting memories of war had been transformed into my own haunting memories. Such is the power of war and memory.

Roger Klare

#72. Yet Tracey was steadfast and loyal to his memory, far more likely to defend her absent father than I was to speak kindly of my wholly attentive one.

Zadie Smith

#73. Neither memory nor anticipation is much interested in Father Time, and all dreamers, artists and lovers are partially delivered from his tyranny;

E. M. Forster

#74. I remember tearing up the first time I read Nabokov's description, in 'Speak, Memory,' of his father being tossed on a blanket by cheering muzhiks, with its astonishingly subtle foreshadowing of grief and mourning.

Michael Chabon

#75. Men like my father cannot die. They are with me still, real in memory as they were in flesh, loving and beloved forever. How green was my valley then.

Irving Pichel