My Dad Died Quotes

It is easier for a father to have children than for children to have a real father.

My dad died when I was young. He was a good and decent man. There are a few things he would say that have just always stuck with me. He’d say, “Son, you’re either part of the problem or part of the solution.” Well, regrettably, President Obama has become part of the problem, and Mitt Romney is the solution.

My father – until the day that my dad died – didn’t know how many points you scored in a touchdown. He could say there were nine innings in baseball, but no intricacies of the sport.

The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.

A father carries pictures where his money used to be.

The greatest gift I ever had
Came from God; I call him Dad!

At my dad’s funeral I didn’t cry when my dad died. I did it years later when I forgave him, which I’ve totally forgiven him and I loved my dad.

From time to time, I’ll look back through the personal journals I’ve scribbled in throughout my life, the keepers of my raw thoughts and emotions. The words poured forth after my dad died, when I went through a divorce, and after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There are so many what-ifs scribbled on those pages.

A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.

My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.

My Dad died during the flu epidemic in 1918 when I was 4 years old. He left a lot of classical recordings behind that I began listening to at an early age, so he must have been a music lover.

My dad died when I was three so my mom had to raise four kids on her own, and I think there’s a part of me that pulls upon having watched my mom do that our whole lives. She had to make it work.

It is because my dad died suddenly that I became an actor. I thought, I’m going to make money doing this thing I enjoy.

When my dad died a lot of songs came, and they’re still coming.

Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes.

Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope.

Mom was 50 when my Dad died. She got on a bus every weekday for years, and rode 40 miles each morning to Madison. She earned a new degree and learned new skills to start her small business. It wasn’t just a new livelihood. It was a new life.