Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician. ~Author Unknown
It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. ~Johann Schiller
The first sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left. ~Jerry M. Wright
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again. ~Enid Bagnold
When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years. ~Author unknown, commonly attributed to Mark Twain but no evidence has yet been found for this (Thanks, Garson O'Toole!)
Henry James once defined life as that predicament which precedes death, and certainly nobody owes you a debt of honor or gratitude for getting him into that predicament. But a child does owe his father a debt, if Dad, having gotten him into this peck of trouble, takes off his coat and buckles down to the job of showing his son how best to crash through it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland
I'm sixty years of age. That's 16 Celsius. ~George Carlin, Brain Droppings, 1997
Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again. ~Menachem Mendel Schneerson
Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life. ~Herbert Asquith
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It kills you to see them grow up. But I guess it would kill you quicker if they didn't. ~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
Dad, you're someone to look up to no matter how tall I've grown. ~Author Unknown
Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever. ~Author Unknown
There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994
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