Papa Quotes - page 3
People mistake it for a guy's name or a nick name. Gift is my real name and that is where I got the G in Muma Gee, forget the fact that I added double ‘e' to it, just as it sounds Gee but the G is just the G in Gift. For the Muma, the Jamaicans will call mother Muma and papa Pupa. The Muma in my name means 'do good' in my language.
Muma Gee
Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes three;
The house is so lonely, the hours are so long
For poor weeping mother and me.
Yes, we are alone, poor Benny is dead,
And gone with the angels of light;
And these were the very last words that he said,
"I want to kiss Papa good night."
Henry Clay Work
My father always would say, "My daughter will go into politics? My daughter will become prime minister", but it's not what I wanted to do. I would say, "No, Papa, I will never go into politics." As I've said before, this is not the life I chose; it chose me ... But I accepted the responsibility and I've never wavered in my commitment.
Benazir Bhutto
You play a 'lowdown dirty shame slow and lonesome, my mama dead, my papa across the sea I ain't dead but I'm just supposed to be' blues. You can take that same blues, make it uptempo, a shuffle blues, that's what rock n' roll did with it. So blues ain't going nowhere. Ain't goin' nowhere.
David Edwards
My father died of neither hot nor cold. My father was as leathern as a saint. He required no trees. As unrefreshed as a Muslim courtyard. He required no fountain. No music. Whenever he saw a baby he said "poor baby.” His questions were the basic questions, as prosaic as footsteps. What is heaven like? Will I be young? Will I be with Mama? Will I go to sleep? (I don't know, Papa; how can I know?) Absurdly, I gave answers.
Richard Rodriguez
Because the most important thing any man can do in all his life is pick the right woman to breed with-I mean, marry first, then breed, because from the woman comes the-” "-comes the instinct to survive,” I said, having heard this for as long as I could remember. "Good,” said mi papa.
Victor Villaseñor
Papá,” I said, "on our first day of school, they screamed at us, ‘No Spanish! English only!' Then they slapped Ramón in the face until he was all bloody because he wouldn't stop talking Spanish. And all he was saying was ‘Don't yell at me, you're not my mother,' and ‘Don't be grabbing me! You have no right to do this.' He was so smart, papá, and so brave and noble, and they kept slapping him, again and again, until his whole face was a bloody mess.
Victor Villaseñor
For the very first time, I understood what mi papá had been telling me all these years about his very own father, the great Don Juan, straight from Spain, and how he'd only liked and loved his blue-eyed children, the ones like himself, and had never even recognized his dark Indian-looking children like my dad.
Victor Villaseñor