Father Quote by Anais Nin Download Open image “I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.” — Anais Nin ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Father Fatherhood Long Long time Long time ago Parenting Slavery Time
My father was a man of great charity towards the poor, and compassion for the sick, and also for servants; so much so, that… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
What father ever gave up his son to death for the sake of his slave! — St. Catherine of Siena Copy Share Image
Even when I became cognizant of this societal problem in this country, I asked my father and my mother if they knew anything that… — David C. Driskell Copy Share Image
Being a slave meant never having the stability of knowing your family would be together as many years as God designed it to be.… — Colson Whitehead Copy Share Image
I WAS born a slave; but I never knew it till six years of happy childhood had passed away — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
My father rebelled ferociously against his conservative upbringing where his father physically abused him. — Anthony Kiedis Copy Share Image
I wasn't trying to work out my own ancestry. I was trying to get people to feel slavery. I was trying to get across… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I wouldn't say my dad was a slave driver, but he wanted the best for us. — Matt Hughes Copy Share Image
When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I… — Harriet Ann Jacobs Copy Share Image
My father was the only man I ever knew who really loved me unselfishly, who never used me for personal gain. — Jayne Mansfield Copy Share Image
“…For love it is never the same. What goes on inside is never the same just like this music which changes every instant. For love there are a million variations, a million nights, a million days, contrasts in moods, in textures, whims, a million gestures colored by emotion, by sorrow, joy, fear, courage, triumph, by revelations which deepen the groove,… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share
Jazz is the music of the body. The breath comes through brass. It is the body's breath, and the strings' wails and moans are echoes of the body's music. It is the body's vibrations which ripple from the fingers. And the mystery of the withheld theme, known to jazz musicians alone, is like the mystery of our secret life. We… — Anais Nin Copy Share
I have so strong a sense of creation, of tomorrow, that I cannot get drunk, knowing I will be less alive, less well, less… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Strange, isn't it, that no chemical will give a human being the iridescence that illusions have given them? Give me your hat. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Introspection is a devouring monster. You have to feed it with much material, much experience, many people, many places, many loves, many creations, and… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
In each studio there is a human being dressed in the full regalia of his myth fearing to expore a vulnerable opening, spreading not… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I don't mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“Laughter and tears are not separate experiences, with intervals of rest: they rush out together and it is like walking with a sword between… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
The basis of insincerity is the idealized image we hold of ourselves and wish to impose on others. — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Whatever meaning 'Annie's Song' had for me on a personal level, there was also a larger context. It could just as easily have been… — John Denver Copy Share Image
Of all the people who have affected my life and influenced the choices I've made, none has been more important than my father. I… — Teddy Atlas Copy Share Image
(knitting while on a motorcycle) "For several years she knitted in secret (my father would not approve; she was to concentrate on motorcycling and LEAN into the curves, etc), and used a small circular needle (socks and mittens) in order to keep the knitting in her pocket until they were under way; then she leaned back slightly so Gaffer couldn't… — Elizabeth Zimmermann Copy Share
My embarrassing confession is that my father is a 'Camelot: The Musical' obsessive. So as a child, when we were going to visit relatives… — Chris Chibnall Copy Share Image
My parents were not musical, and they were not effervescent people; everything was very quiet. The music that I played was loud; it used… — Don McLean Copy Share Image
I guess, it's a father's dream for his daughter to be known around the world. — Liza Soberano Copy Share Image
The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out of the spring and sings while combing her dripping long hair, which makes a sound sweeter than a violin. It is a song of perdition for whomever hears it. There is no sign of the Cross,… — Jacques Roumain Copy Share
“I don’t know. We all have to bear things, Ari. All of us. Your father has to bear the war and what it did… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“This was, I sometimes thought, the last gift my father gave me. And the best: His death stood out as the supreme-o excuse for… — Jerry Stahl Copy Share Image
I'm a strange mixture of my mother's curiosity; my father, who grew up the son of the manse in a Presbyterian family, who had… — Rupert Murdoch Copy Share Image
