Daughter Quotes
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The birth of my daughter, gave me life.
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When it comes to my daughter, I'm a conservative. But when it comes to your daughter, I'm a liberal!
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I was stunned. Fernando looked out, still screaming horrible threats at his daughter. He had thrown her like a thing.
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I had to go see the Glee concert with my daughter - oh my God, shoot me.
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I do have to say my daughter, Sunday, said to me I was being overprotective, so you must have been a fly on the wall.
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My daughter gets to paint my nails and put clips in my hair, and I love it.
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Generally if you're a daughter in a Mexican family, no one wants to tell you anything; they tell you the healthy lies about your family.
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What I would like to give my daughter is freedom. And this is something that must be given by example, not exhortation. Freedom is a loose leash, license to be different from your mother and still be loved...Freedom is...not insisting that your daughter share your limitations. Freedom also means letting your daughter reject you when she needs to and come back when she needs to. Freedom is unconditional love.
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Margaret Thatcher admitted to being the daughter of her father but not the daughter of her mother!
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You know, fathers just have a way of putting everything together.
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This is what’s so heartbreaking: the fact that I am here, alive, has no doubt given Fernande some grain of hope for her daughter. But the fact that I was there makes me sure there isn’t any.
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The nomadic lifestyle does work for a lot of working parents, but I've traveled and I've seen it, and I want to be able to go home at night and see my daughter. I want to be there for her first day of school and her school recital. Honestly, television is what offers me that.
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I was actually kind of a hot mess in high school. I did a lot of things in high school I'm not proud of. I wasn't a good student and I wasn't particularly a good daughter. I wasn't very engaged.
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I never thought I'd have a daughter.
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Her family held strongly that for daughters to read in the daytime was to be idle. Well, if it was, thought Ingeborg lifting her head, that head that drooped so apologetically at home, with the defiance that distance encourages, then being idle was a blessed thing and the sooner one got away to where one could be it, uninterruptedly, the better.
