Adam Johnson Quotes

To a father who loves his children victor has no charms. When the heart speaks, glory itself is an illusion.

I said on numerous occasions how I feel about my father. I love him with all my heart.

I'm always going to love my father.

The parental, and filial affections seem to be as ardent, their sensibility and attachment, as active and faithful, as those observed to be in human nature.

I think blood doesn't determine who your family is.

But it had no doubt sprung from true emotion, for all that parents ever wanted, really, was for you to love their child the way they did.

My parents loved me. My father used to carry me around on my shoulders. I know my father loved me. All families love their children, and we were good boys.

To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender.

Few fathers care much for their sons, or at least, most of them care more for their money. Of those who really love their sons, few know how to do it.

Children leave. And parents stay behind. Still, some things are deeper than time and distance. And your father will always be your father. And he will always leave a light on for you.

~Wyatt [my adopted son] is definitely all mine. Little souls find their way to you whether they're from your womb or someone else's.~

All men know their children mean more than life.

It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.

We never get over our fathers, and we’re not required to. (Irish Proverb)

My father was the only man I ever knew who really loved me unselfishly, who never used me for personal gain.

The girls gave their hearts into their mother's keeping-their souls into their father's; and to both parents, who lived and labored so faithfully for them, they gave a love that grew with their growth, and bound them tenderly together by the sweetest tie which blesses life and outlives death.

There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.

I remember my mum explaining to me what adoption meant when I was still at primary school. 'Son,' she said to me, 'you didn't grow under my heart, you grew in it'.

My grief and my smile begin in your face, my son.

...Something about, 'I love my dad, I love my dad, makes me feel better when I'm sad ... I love you to the moon and back.

[My father] was generous with his affection, given to great, awkward, engulfing hugs, and I can remember so clearly the smell of his hugs, all starched shirt, tobacco, Old Spice, and Cutty Sark. Sometimes I think I've never been properly hugged since.

My heart belongs to daddy.

It's the family you choose that counts.

To a father waxing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter; sons have spirits of a higher pitch, but less inclined to endearing fondness.

A child's cry touches a father's heart.