“So much of our early gladness vanishes utterly from our memory: we can never recall the joy with which we laid our heads on our mother's bosom or rode on our father's back in childhood; doubtless that joy is wrought up into our nature, as the sunlight of long-past mornings is wrought up in the soft mellowness of the apricot; but it is gone forever from our imagination, and we can only believe in the joy of childhood.” BelieveLongPastJoyMotherFatherImaginationMemoriesMorningGoneForeverChildhoodSunlightRecallsOur FatherBosomsOur MemoriesGladnessApricotsJoys Of Childhood Book:Four Novels of George Eliot Source: Four Novels of George Eliot
“Is a brazen and innocent confrontation with paternal authority an unbearably terrifying prospect to some? Are the consequences of a fathers anger and displeasure so catastrophic in the primal imagination that every semblance of it in the world both literally and metaphorically must be denounced in the strongest possible terms? It would seem so.” WorldSeemsFatherTermImaginationAuthorityConsequenceInnocentStrongestConfrontationPrimalSemblanceBrazenDispleasure Author:Michael Leunig
“Religion and anger has gone together a lot, historically. My father, being very religious and angry, was trying to reconcile the ideas of love and forgiveness with damage in his own heart. We historically create God in the image of someone who will redeem us, or someone who has damaged us. A lot of my imaginations of God was a projection of my own damage because of my father. God is good but he has a lot of expectations, of which I have failed -- just like my dad. But I don't think it's truthful to create God as a projection of either our damage or our altruism.” ThinkingTryingHeartIdeasTogetherFatherImaginationReligiousMy OwnGoneDadExpectationsAngryMy DadDamageTruthfulAltruismMy ImaginationProjectionReconcileLove And Forgiveness Author:William P. Young