My dad was known as a mean guy. He never smiled, and he had 'Mr. Mean' put on his license plate. But he was one of the neighborhood dads who looked out for everyone. He would take kids in and help them out.
Underneath that rude exterior, you've got a heart of gold.
deep down...she's a good woman...you should be proud of her." When I told my mom about this, she just looked very sad because he could never say those things to her. Not ever. Not even when he walked her down the aisle.
I think what's most fun is playing someone who's sort of selfish and in a lot of ways unlikeable, but there's this really big heart underneath it that you get little glimpses of.
My father was like an unpolished diamond - tough outside but warm inside.
The nicest feeling in the world is to do a good deed anonymously-and have somebody find out.
There's people out there that wear hoodies, that have tattoos and piercing, that look crazy and have huge hearts on the inside.
Compassion for the friend should conceal itself under a hard shell.
