My Father Died Quotes

My father died when I was five, but I grew up in a strong family.

I got my very last tattoo after my father died. I’m not getting anymore; otherwise I’ll end up like Mike Tyson with a tattoo on my face.

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

At some level it’s still hard for me to admit that my father died. I can talk about it and around it, but those two words. ‘He died.’ What can that possibly mean? That I won’t get to hear his voice again?

I barely saw my mother, and the mom I saw was often angry and unhappy. The mother I grew up with is not the mother I know now. It’s not the mother she became after my father died, and that’s been the greatest prize of my life.

My father died in 1930, but if you told him or anybody almost in that time that you’d be able to sit back in England and watch a cricket game in Australia, they’d have you put in the loony bin.

What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within’s two hours.

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring!

My father died when I was young and I was raised by my grandmother, Emma Klonjlaleh Brown. We could afford to eat chicken just once a year, on Christmas.

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

A father carries pictures where his money used to be.

My father died early. My mother died early. I started hanging with the gangs. I’m on the streets; I’m committing crimes. And the music came along, and this music just took me on a different road.

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

I remember when I was 26. My father died when I was young and my mother didn’t have a lot of money, so I thought, ‘I want to own a flat by the time I’m 26.’ So I worked towards that, literally trying to scrimp and save. But sometimes those plans don’t go as you expect.

If I’d seen a grown man beating a crippled boy, of course I’d intervene. If my father died and left my mother destitute, it’s your instinct to take care of her. So when I started to think about it in those terms, it started to make sense to me

I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.

Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else’s arms have made me feel this safe.