A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
George Foreman acts more like my grandfather. He and my grandfather act just alike - they're both Christian type guys. They try to help everyone.
My grandad was the most wonderful man. He was a bit like me. He was basically a country bumpkin but he did well; he became managing director of quite a successful company but all he really wanted to do was to come home, put his disgusting old trampy clothes on and go for walks across the country.
My son is becoming me - just a silly, silly prankster guy.
Drugs will turn you into your parents.
Mom and Dad are truly my heroes. And I have to say, so is my little brother Robert. He's 11, and he's just the most amazing boy. He's so much like Dad sometimes, it's a bit scary.
Once upon a time there was a widow who had two daughters. The elder was so much like her, both in looks and character, that whoever saw the daughter saw the mother.
Well, I am a lot like my dad, and the character of Ted is based on my dad.
I think we're all a lot more like our parents than we want to admit.
A few people have said my granddad looks like me, but I reckon he's far better looking.
The rich emotional tapestry of being a mother, becoming a mother, connects you to your own mother. I didn't realize how much I'd become her. I pass a mirror, and am surprised by how much I look like her.
Each father wants their sons to be just like them, really.
I'm never more encouraged than to hear someone talk about how eerie it is that I move like my father.
I think in any father-son relationship, there's going to be times you say, 'Well, the apple didn't fall far from the tree.'
It's natural that anyone is compared to their father.
The nature of human beings never changes; it is immutable. The present generation of children and the present generation of young adults from the age of thirteen to eighteen is, therefore, no different from that of their great-great-grandparents. Political fads come and go; theories rise and fall; the scientific 'truth' of today becomes the discarded error of tomorrow.
For most of my adult life, I dreaded the day I woke up and saw my mother in the mirror. It never happened. But, I had grown into my father. I shouldn't have been surprised. Everyone always said I was the son he never had.
I see a lot of parallels between my father and Donald Trump.
The older I get, the more I dance like my dad, and I'm finding that suddenly cardigans are becoming more attractive to me.
I was 65 in May, and when I have just shaved, I see my father. I realise that I now have the same facial idiosyncrasies he had: little twitches here and there, mouth and nose movements, even the way he would tilt his head.
Whenever my parents got married, my dad had a mullet. Me and my dad are very similar-type people with the way we look and the way we act, and I figured if he could get away with it when he was around 25, then I could try to do the same thing.
My mom has always wished me a daughter just like me.
I look so much like my dad - same chin, same cheekbones, same forehead - and I play a little like him too. But I am my mother's son. I am who I am because of her.
My dad used to say to me, 'You look more like me than I do.'
I am an obsessive garage cleaner - my wife and the neighbors make fun of me. I remember that my father was the same way, and now when I'm out there unearthing things in the garage, I realize I am becoming my dad!
