Father Daughter Issues Quotes

“Daughters aren’t trash you can toss away, Dad. I had to deal with the mess you left.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Poisoned Apple

“It was my father and I that were inseparable. His darling girl; that's what he called me. He understood me- his bright, easily bored, passionate, underdog-defending, in-need-of-large-doses-of-physical-activity-and-changes-of-scenery daughter. And more important than understanding me, he liked me. He was most proud when I took the road less traveled by.
It wouldn't be exaggerating to say I lived for the look of delight and surprise in his eyes when I accomplished something out of the ordinary. Beating him at chess. Reading the unabridged version of Anna Karenina when I was ten. Starting a campfire with nothing but a flint and a knife.
But now it seemed our father and daughter skins were growing too small. I still craved his attention and approval, but he gave it more sparingly. Our long, rambling conversations about everything and anything- the speed of light, the Cuban missile crisis, how many minutes on each side to grill a perfect medium-rare steak- had petered out, replaced with the most quotidian of inquiries: Is Gunsmoke on tonight? Is it supposed to snow tomorrow? When's the last time the grass was cut?”
― Melanie Gideon, Valley of the Moon

“Go with all the blessings of the gods and your father," he said calmly.
The rote words stung more than his silence. As the driver opened the carriage door, I realized how desperately I had always wanted him to show one hint of reluctance, one suggestion that it pained him to use me as a weapon.
But why should I complain? Hadn't I just hurt Astraia even worse?
I smiled brightly. "Surely the gods will bless such a kindly father as much as he deserves," I said, and clambered out of the carriage without looking back.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“It's a cozy little thought, isn't it? All of us under one roof, even the Gentle Lord. You sent me to die in just the next room."
Father's jaw clenched. "I sent you to save our world," he ground out.
"I'm your daughter," I spat. "Didn't it ever, for a single moment, occur to you that you should try to save me?"
"Of course I wanted to save you," Father said patiently, "but for the sake of Arcadia--"
"You weren't thinking of Arcadia when you bargained with the Gentle Lord. And I'm not sure you were thinking much of Mother, either, because if you really loved her, you would have found a way to save both the daughters she wanted so much." I bared my teeth. "Or at least you wouldn't have spent the last five years bedding her sister.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“You spend every minute with him and I haven't even met him, and now you're spending the night with him? And don't bother denying it--- you haven't made any other friends since we moved here, not counting that boy who ate all my Fig Newtons."
"Well, yeah, it's kinda hard to make friends when you're wrenched out of your high school, away from the friends you've had your whole life, and made to live in the middle of fucking nowhere!”
― Goldy Moldavsky, Of Earthly Delights