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“As he was
forced to tell his father more than once, “I said I’d fight for my mother’s
throne. I never said I’d die for it.� Then he’d add, simply to annoy the old
bastard into one of his frothy temper tantrums, “Don’t you think I’m too
pretty to die?”
― G.A. Aiken, What a Dragon Should Know

“Father-daughter incest is not only the type of incest most frequently reported but also represents a paradigm of female sexual victimization. The relationship between father and daughter, adult male and female child, is one of the most unequal relationships imaginable. It is no accident that incest occurs most often precisely in the relationship where the female is most powerless. The actual sexual encounter may be brutal or tender, painful or pleasurable; but it is always, inevitably, destructive to the child. The father, in effect, forces the daughter to pay with her body for affection and care which should be freely given. p4”
― Judith Lewis Herman, Father-Daughter Incest

“Perfect!" Wrath bellowed. "And this is a doctor saying it -- I mean, she went to medical school."
...
"And Dr. Sam told me she's delivered over fifteen thousand babies over the course of her career -- "

"See!" Wrath yelled. "She knows these things. My son is perfect!”
― J.R. Ward, The King

“Finding the Father

My friend, this body offers to carry us for nothing� as the ocean carries logs. So on some days the body wails with its great energy; it smashes up the boulders, lifting small crabs, that flow around the sides.

Someone knocks on the door. We do not have time to dress. He wants us to go with him through the blowing and rainy streets, to the dark house.

We will go there, the body says, and there find the father whom we have never met, who wandered out in a snowstorm the night we were born, and who then lost his memory, and has lived since longing for his child, whom he saw only once� while he worked as a shoemaker, as a cattle herder in Australia, as a restaurant cook who painted at night.

When you light the lamp you will see him. He sits there behind the doorâ€� the eyebrows so heavy, the forehead so lightâ€� lonely in his whole body, waiting for you.”
― Robert Bly, Iron John: A Book About Men

“I remembered what Dad said once, that some people have all of life's answers worked out the day they're born and there's no use trying to teach them anything new. 'They're closed for business even though, somewhat confusingly, their doors open at eleven, Monday through Friday,' Dad said. And the trying to change what they think, the attempt to explain, the hope they'll come to see your side of things, it was exhausting, because it never made a dent and afterward you only ached unbearably.”
― Marisha Pessl, Special Topics in Calamity Physics

“Like Mum and that bastard.â€� “You mean Da?â€�

“Call him what you like.”
― G.A. Aiken, Supernatural

“The son needs the father to have access to his source, and the father needs the son to have access to the future and the infinite.”
― Thích Nhất Hạnh, No Death, No Fear: Comforting Wisdom for Life

“The vast majority of incest begins years before the earliest conceivable age of consent. p4”
― Judith Lewis Herman, Father-Daughter Incest

“There are many things for which I owe gratitude to my dad. Most of all, I am grateful to the only man who could love my mother more than me.”
― Ron Mayes, Sherrod's Legacy: Reflections of Sherrod Mayes and his Descendants

“You off then, Da?â€� she asked.

“Aye. Too old for all this killing.� And to prove that, her father turned and brought his axe down on the head of a traitor that had gotten too close. Spun once more and cut off the legs of another.

He faced them again. “Need to get back to my rocking chair and some hot tea.�

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― G.A. Aiken, Supernatural

“Mwalimu Julius Kambarage Nyerere alikuwa baba kwa familia yake. Kwa Tanzania alikuwa mlezi; wa ndoto ya haki, amani, uzalendo, ujamaa, na uhuru.”
― Enock Maregesi

“My father helped you with that. . that thing you do?â€� “Yes. Your father helped me with that peacemaking thing I do that keeps you happily killing for a living.”
― G.A. Aiken, Supernatural

“And she looked upon the mirror that was given as a gift. She hated everything about it, from the circular size of it, to the color, and the wooden frame that held it in place. But mostly, she hated looking at herself. Especially into this one that had a scratch on its glass surface, which would reflect back to her face. And as she looked, it would cut her as the words her father would often say, in telling her she was ugly.”
― Anthony Liccione

“A whore Ailean may have been, but a loving, caring whore who adored his offspring and mate.”
― G.A. Aiken, Supernatural

“...every now and then I watched him beam at Olivia. He obviously adored her. And I realized that meeting her father made me look at Olivia differently. She was somebody's little girl.”
― Mark Peter Hughes, Lemonade Mouth

“She wanted to punch her father in his snout, but she wouldn’t. He was her father after all. True, a father whose funeral rite she planned to dance at and toast with ale, but her father just the same.”
― G.A. Aiken, A Tale of Two Dragons

“My dad had once told me a definition of faith and I had not forgotten it: 'Faith is to believe something you do not see. The result of that faith is to see what you believed'.”
― Braam Malherbe, The Great Run: Conquering the Sleeping Dragon Within: Life's Lessons on the Run

“With the sensation that he was passing through the Looking-Glass, Max stared at his father as if he had never seen him before—simultaneously impressed and unnerved at the thought that, after all these years, he still knew so little about him.”
― Sol Luckman, Snooze: A Story of Awakening

“I always play with words,now i'm out of words i don't know how to describe you because you're my Father.. But surely i can say i love you”
― shujoy chowdhury

“A figure held his daughter in the rocker. In the dim light he couldn’t make out the features, but the sight of anyone he didn’t know sitting in Wendy’s rocker with their daughter was enough to scare the shit out of him. Judging by the shuddering movements of his daughter’s body it had frightened her too, had caused her to mewl. He wanted to charge forward and reclaim his daughter, but he didn’t know what would happen if he acted so quickly. What would he do if it hurt her? What would he do if it killed her? “What-what do you want? I’ll do anything just don’t take my daughter. She’s…all I have left.â€�

The figure stopped rocking and slowly eased its way to its feet. There’s not much light in the room but as it moved closer to the bed and it settled the baby in her crib, he saw just enough of her face in the moonlight.

“Wendy?� His voice is as full of horror as it is with awe. He can’t help but be horrified at the sight of her now, the way that death has changed her, making her a terrible figure indeed. Her eyes are strange; some depth, some dark and terrible nothing has swallowed up all of her light, and in this first moment he swears he can feel the awful cold of that operating room coming off of her flesh. She is so small and so hard to look at, as if his mind can’t quite focus on her form. Through the bars of the crib he can see her anger and hear the terrible, alien sound of her hiss. “What do you want?�
She doesn’t answer him, staring cold and blank through those stark white bars, and then she was scrambling toward him across the floor, making him press flat against the wall to get away from her skittering shape.”
― Amanda M. Lyons, Wendy Won't Go

“I think one of the sweetest proofs we have of the Father's loving care for us is that we often find in this life the things which gave us great happiness below.”
― Rebecca Ruter Springer, My Dream of Heaven: A Nineteenth Century Spiritual Classic

“Si no quiere abrazarme, entonces que tampoco se acerque para golpearme.”
― Maria Fernanda Heredia, Hay palabras que los peces no entienden

“It feels good to have parents, but it feels even better to not have an evil one.”
― M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS

“My Son, Only Tax and Death are for sure.”
― Csaba Gabor

“I had a choice. My instincts told me to hurry up and give the choking man the Heimlich maneuver. My brain told me to stay still until he expired and chalk this one up to divine intervention.”
― Dinah Katt, Once Upon a Time Travel

“Torrance uses the analogy of an embrace. When we hug someone, there is a double movement. We open our arms and in so doing give ourselves to the beloved. But in the embrace we also draw that person close to us...One hand, Christ, opens the relationship, the other hand, the Holy Spirit draws us into that relationship with the Father.”
― Leonard J. Vander Zee, Christ, Baptism and the Lord's Supper: Recovering the Sacraments for Evangelical Worship

“I bring this up because in writing some thoughts about a father, or not having a father, I feel as though I'm writing a book about a troll under a bridge or a dragon. For me, a father was nothing more than a character in a fairy tale. I know fathers are not like dragons because fathers actually exist. I have seen them on television and sliding their arms around their wives in grocery stores, and I have seen them in the malls and in the coffee shops, but these were characters in other people's stories. The sad thing is, as a kid, I wondered why I couldn't have a dragon, but I never wondered why I didn't have a father. (page 20)”
― Donald Miller, Father Fiction: Chapters for a Fatherless Generation

“Just as I had done, my father sleeps off and on for days. Sometimes I sit by the bed in Marta's house and stare at him until I feel like it isn't a dream anymore. Sometimes Jimmi joins me and sometimes, when I'm alone I weep and I am not sure why. Maybe it's because of everything I had been through to get to this point or maybe it was for everything I had lost. Part of me thinks that I should be glad for all of the things I had gained.
But the hero doesn't get the reward. The hero pays the price. As it is in every story.”
― Celia Mcmahon

“Before you either turn away in disgust or wink knowingly at one another, you should know that the artist insists that this is a picture about love. Filial love. The old man has been condemned by the Roman senate to die of hunger, and his daughter has come to his prison cell and offered her breast to feed him. This has nothing to do with with the decorous love or amorous passions one is more accustomed to seeing in a painting. It is raw and wretched and demeaning. In the end, we are physical bodies and every abstract notion about love sinks beneath this fact.”
― Debra Dean, The Madonnas of Leningrad

“We're not mad," he began, meaning he was. He was always a plural when mad, as though grammatically throwing his lot in with her mother gave him the power of her authority.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, Artificial Gods