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
Are we not like two volumes of one book? ~Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again. ~Enid Bagnold
You're not 40, you're eighteen with 22 years experience. ~Author Unknown
Blessed indeed is the man who hears many gentle voices call him father! ~Lydia M. Child, Philothea: A Romance, 1836
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. ~Jean Paul Richter
May you live to be a hundred yearsWith one extra year to repent.~Author Unknown
You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely. ~Ogden Nash
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
There is still no cure for the common birthday. ~John Glenn
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. ~Jean Paul Richter
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, "You're tearing up the grass." "We're not raising grass," Dad would reply. "We're raising boys." ~Harmon Killebrew
