{"quotes":[{"text":"Darling Daddy,This is Rose.The shed needs new wires now it has blown up.Caddy is bringing home rock-bottom boyfriends to see if they will do for Mummy. Instead of you.Love, Rose.","author":"Hilary McKay","tags":["divorce","fathers-and-daughters","little-girl","notes"],"id":4178,"author_id":"Hilary+McKay"},{"text":"He was a loving father, but he did his loving in private. Quietly, he would tell his daughter to drive safely. On her wedding day, when he walked her down the aisle, he'd whisper the words to her. But today, above the noise, he would have to shout it.","author":"Debra Anastasia","tags":["fathers-and-daughters","hospital","hurt","love","noise","quiet"],"id":23109,"author_id":"Debra+Anastasia"},{"text":"It paid barely a living wage, but he stayed with it—gradually and in the end gratefully arriving at the point in life when you understand there are no great changes ahead.","author":"Ann Packer","tags":["aging","fathers-and-daughters","insightful"],"id":28080,"author_id":"Ann+Packer"},{"text":"I wish you a beautiful blessed Father’s Day.","author":"Lailah Gifty Akita","tags":["advice","blessed-life","blessings","family","fathers-and-daughters","fathers-s-day","inspirational","life","love","relationship","romance"],"id":31855,"author_id":"Lailah+Gifty+Akita"},{"text":"The father and daughter made their way north, through unknown sylvan paradises where only the owls and skunks know their way around. The hard work of paddling non-stop for many hours had long since stopped being difficult for Saweyimew. In spite of her beauty and grace, her back had grown strong and sinewy from years of canoe trips. She reveled in the exhilaration it always brought her, after the first few hours left her body insensible to pain or discomfort. Warm and tingly, lulled into peaceful contemplation by hours of the rhythmic paddling, the smell of the water, exotic blooms, animal musk. It all combined as one to make her feel so alive. Especially when it rained, and her body steamed against the cool drops, feeling invincible against the elements. The mountain of her father's back was like a rock against anything nature could throw against them. The stream of fragrant pipe-smoke still flowing from his lips, regardless of any obstacle. She felt at that moment, nothing would ever stop her father's pipe from smoking. Nothing, not death, not any force of the living or spirit world, would ever still her father's heart. Rain cleansing her to the core, she was a spring of raw power and self-reliance, paddling against all adversity--their master completely. Her father's daughter. At times like that, when it rained, she entirely understood and shared her father's outlook on life.","author":"Alexei Maxim Russell","tags":["adversity","canoe","canoing","daughter","fantasy","father","father-daughter","fathers-and-daughters","faughter-and-daughter","lore","nature","paddling","self-reliance","short-stories","short-story","strength","strength-through-adversity"],"id":45962,"author_id":"Alexei+Maxim+Russell"},{"text":"I know that throughout my life I have struggled to forgive my father. Now, as I get older, I wish most of all that he had been able to find a way to forgive himself.","author":"Madeleine Thien","tags":["death","fathers-and-daughters","forgiveness"],"id":58906,"author_id":"Madeleine+Thien"},{"text":"We drove on in silence, Dad shaking his head in disgust every few minutes. I stared at him, wondering how it was we got to this place. How the same man who held his infant daughter and kissed her tiny face could one day be so determined to shut her out of his life, out of his heart. How, even when she reacyhed out to him in distress - Please, Dad, come get me, come save me - all he could do was accuse her. How that same daughter could look at him and feel nothing but contempt and blame and resentment, because that's all that radiated off of him for so many years and it had become contagious.","author":"Jennifer Brown","tags":["anger","blame","contempt","fathers-and-daughters","parents","resentment"],"id":60432,"author_id":"Jennifer+Brown"},{"text":"These two Joes—the nasty bully and the starry-eyed dreamer—were my father. Growing up, the difficulty was knowing just which Joe would rise with the sun that day.","author":"Pythia Peay","tags":["fathers-and-daughters","memoir"],"id":63073,"author_id":"Pythia+Peay"},{"text":"Her laughter was my favorite symphony.","author":"Avijeet Das","tags":["daughter","fathers-and-daughters","life-inspirational","love","meaning-of-life-is-relationships","meaning-of-love","music","symphony-of-life","symphony"],"id":67373,"author_id":"Avijeet+Das"},{"text":"My dad’s contentment is all that matters to me. When he’s laughing, I’m laughing. When he’s happy, I’m happy. I would give up my soul for him. To me, nothing else but his happiness matters.","author":"Rebecah McManus","tags":["contentment","daughter","father","fathers-and-daughters","happiness","laughter","life","love"],"id":69393,"author_id":"Rebecah+McManus"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":53,"pages":6,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}