Best Dad Quotes

Drummed into me, above all, by my dad, by the whole family, was that without your good name, you would be nothing.

I was in awe of my father. His generosity was beyond anything I ever could imagine. The reason I say he’s like Don Corleone is he was always breaking off hundreds. I’d be like, ‘Hey Dad, I’m going to McDonald’s with my friends,’ and he’d just whip out a hundred: ‘Here, go, have fun.’

I try to live my life like my father lives his. He always takes care of everyone else first. He won’t even start eating until he’s sure everyone else in the family has started eating. Another thing: My dad never judges me by whether I win or lose.

My father came from a very poor background, but I was very fortunate in the sense that we were never in need. My dad was determined to make sure that we didn’t want for things. He wanted to give us more opportunity than he had, a better shot at a better life.

I guess if you are making more money than your mom and dad, you can set your own boundaries.

My dad told me this a long time ago, never worry about what your next job is, just worry about what you are doing right then. As I grow older, I couldn’t agree more with that advice. Sometimes you get so worried about what’s next that you fail to appreciate what you have.

It is a sad commentary of our times when our young must seek advice and counsel from ‘Dear Abby’ instead of going to Mom and Dad.

My dad, Donald, was a vet and had a practice in Yorkshire. Cats and dogs were his bread and butter, but his greatest love was large animals.

When I was 19 years old, both of my parents died in the same year; my mom of cancer and my dad in a car accident. Through the next two or three years and a series of bad decisions – all my own, I might add – I ended up literally homeless, before that was even a word. I even slept occasionally under a pier on the Gulf Coast.

I’m working from home a lot. That’s very unusual because I’m away a lot, sometimes working on the other side of the world for long periods of time. So, it’s hard to manage in the sense that I want to be the best dad I can be but it’s almost harder when you have your kids outside the door.

Me and my dad are the biggest promoters of an estate tax in the US. It’s not a popular position.

My family belongs to a tennis club in Valencia, California, so I always go there. I play a lot of tennis with my dad and swim. And I like to go to the gym there.

It’s because the idea of what’s cool is different. When you talk to a girl who goes to regular school, what’s cool is whether or not you’ve been to jail, or if you have a car. If you talk to a girl who goes to art school, what’s cool to her is if you do art projects on the weekend with your dad, if you can build something – out-of-the-norm stuff.

I grew up in a mixed religious household. And it was volatile. My dad’s atheist, my mom’s agnostic. Just constant fighting. There’s no God! There might be!

My dad’s been having a hard time lately. Keeps on losing his keys. Can’t hang on to a set of keys to save his life. And he has tried everything too: little hook next to the door, little bowl next to his bed, keychain makes a noise when you whistle. Nothing worked. So finally, this year for his birthday, the whole family chipped in – and we put him in a home.

My views about God come from my dad. Dad told me that he believed Nature, which to him included humankind, to be so beautiful, so magnificent, that there had to be something behind it all.

My dad and mom divorced when I was around ten, and I didn’t live with him after that, though he was close by and we saw each other weekly. I wasn’t really aware that he was a writer; I didn’t start reading his writing until I was about fifteen. It occurred to me then that my dad was kind of special; he’s still one of my favorite writers.

My dad used to say, ‘Just be yourself and you’ll be fine,’ but it’s really, really true.

My dad always took to his heels when a nappy change was necessary. I am so much looking forward to our child. It is such a wonderfully exciting time right now.

Hey Dad, will you buy me a flame thrower? Of course not. Don’t be silly. Even if I didn’t use it in the house?

Since September it’s just gotten colder and colder. There’s less daylight now, I’ve noticed too. This can only mean one thing – the sun is going out. In a few more months the Earth will be a dark and lifeless ball of ice. Dad says the sun isn’t going out. He says its colder because the earth’s orbit is taking us farther from the sun. He says winter will be here soon. Isn’t it sad how some people’s grip on their lives is so precarious that they’ll embrace any preposterous delusion rather than face an occasional bleak truth?

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.

God brought me to Himself at about the age of 4. My parents were devout believers and my Dad was in Bible College at the time. I remember hearing the gospel in Sunday School and I talked to my Mom about it one night before bed. It was clear to me that I was a sinner and I was not going to heaven if I died without accepting Jesus Christ and what He did on the cross for me. I was brought to Christ out of fear of going to hell. I didn’t want to go there if I died and there was only one other choice in my mind as a 4 year old. I wanted to go to heaven. It was and is that simple.

My mom was a professional fitness competitor, so I go into the gym with her. I train with my dad and mother. It’s embarrassing, because she’s really strong.

When I was younger, I was always running into other girls involved in music. When I was about 14 or 15, one of my friend’s dads was an Elvis impersonator and asked us to sing backups at a rehearsal. I did well and was hired. Did that for about two years.

I had this idea… I wanted the sound to sing and have that thickness but yet still have an edge so that it could articulate. So my dad and I designed the guitar… the one that was made from an old fireplace.

I got into comics about the same time as music. By 12 years old, I had discovered my dad’s killer comic book collection filled with Silver Age books from his youth…early Spider-Man, Thor, Fantastic Four, The Hulk, Detective Comics, Action Comics, you name it. Seeing those old books got me interested in new comics, so my friends and I would hit the local comic shop every Saturday to pick up the cool titles of my generation.

You can talk about things indirectly, but if you want to talk how people really talk, you have to talk R-rated. I mean I’ve got three incredibly intelligent daughters, but when you get mad, you get mad and you talk like people talk. When a normal 17-year-old girl storms out of the house or 15-year-old boy is mad at his mom or dad, they’re not talking the way people talk on TV. Unless it’s cable.

My dad was a diplomat and after living in America, where I was born, he was posted to Cairo.

I usually travel with a lot of people, like my dad, mom and sisters.

He wished he was with his mom in her library, where everything was safe and numbered and organized by the Dewey decimal system. Ben wished the world was organized by the Dewey decimal system. That way you’d be able to find whatever you were looking for, like the meaning of your dream, or your dad.

Losing dad (Bobby Bonds) was the worst thing in the world.

Before I was going to be an actress, I was going to be a veterinarian! I thought I was one as a child. I was the kid who was like, ‘Daddy! I want a kitty! It needs a mommy!’ And my dad was such a sucker. Every time I would beg, with tears flying down my face, about how this animal needs love, needs a home. He would cave.

Of course, we were not promoters, we Westons, let’s face it. Dad had only $300 in the bank at the end, that’s all he had.

My dad didn’t hug me every day and say he loved me and anything like that.