Quotes & Sayings About Death Of A Father Sympathy

Tupac the son of the Black Panther, and Tupac the rider. Those are the two people inside of me. I was raised off those ideals. — Tupac Shakur

I did the wrong thing, and I lost him for real.
But did you do the wrong thing? Jamie thinks it was the wrong thing. But do you?
No. I don't.
I didn't do what Jamie would have wanted me to do, but that doesn't mean it was wrong. — Louise Rozett

Picturesqueness is a lost art. We may expect at anytime to hear that a collar ad is blazing its electric lights atop of the largest pyramid. — Alice Dunbar Nelson

You raised your kids to be independent, strong, and think for themselves. So once they're grown, why is it so hard to let them do it? — Jane A. Adams

Out of all these people, Zarathustra is unique. He is the only one who is not against life, who is for life; whose god is not somewhere else, whose god is nothing but another name for life itself. And to live totally, to live joyously and to live intensely, is all that religion is based on. I — Osho

It is a truly wonderful fact - the wonder of which we are apt to overlook from familiarity - that all animals and all plants throughout all time and space should be related to each other in group subordinate to group. — Charles Darwin

As Members of Congress, we should not be using public office for private gain. — Sheila Jackson Lee

At work, he pretended every woman customer was a floozy with a hard-luck story who only needed a good slapping. — Tim Dorsey

Death is not a journey into an unknown land; it is a voyage home. We are going, not to a strange country, but to our fathers house. — John Ruskin

She stared at his handsome face.
He was good-looking. No doubt about it.
But he was crazy as a loon — Kristen Ashley

Next to 'God', 'love' is the word most mangled in every language. — Richard Bach

Before I lost my father, I never understood the rituals surrounding funerals: the wake, the service itself, the reception afterward,the dinners prepared by well-meaning friends and delivered in plastic containers, even the popular habit of making poster boards filled with photos of the dear departed. But now I know why we do those things. It's busywork, all of it. I had so much to take care of, so many arrangements to make, so many people to inform, I didn't have a moment to be engulfed by the ocean of grief that was lapping at my heels. Instead, I waded through the shallows, performing task after task, grateful to have duties to propel me forward. — Wendy Webb

I was a disruptive child. — Allyson Felix