When I was a boy, my own dad told me in a smiling and wistful way that it's a wise man that knows his own father.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
My dad was a man of great wisdom in his short time here.
When it comes to Father's Day, I will remember my dad for both being there to nurture me and also for the times he gave me on my own to cultivate my own interests and to nurture my own spirit.
My father seemed always to know not only what I was doing, but what I was being.
I was raised by my father; I was daddy's girl.
I didn't know my father very well; I only met him a few times.
My dad would always tell me, 'When you meet a man, look him in his eye and shake his hand,' and that's just something I've been doing for a long time.
My father was a successful real estate developer, and he was a very tough man but a good man. My father would always praise me. He always thought I was the smartest person.
When I was growing up my mother would say, 'Your dad may have to learn about being a father because he lost his own and that would have affected him'.
I remember seeing my father only twice as a child for brief visits. As I grew up, I invented a father who was larger than life - stronger, smarter, more handsome, and even holier than other men.