Quotes About Family

Such a strange being. Such a strange thing, having a sister. Being a sister. And even stranger to be a sister to such a sister as this.

They had barely spoken for fifteen years, and only the mortal peril engendered by the Angel Dust's interest in their daughter had brought them back into alliance again.

The blood in Matthew's mouth was sweet as his brother's eyes flickered, cleared, focused on his own.

Her name was Niyara, and she had green eyes, and she said she loved me. She said she was my best friend, that I was family to her. She said a lot of things.

Part of being a community is being part of the governing body. Taking responsibility for its actions and helping to make choices the benefit all the citizenry. Taking responsibility for its well-being, just as you do when you're part of a family.

Her dad raised his eyes from the newsfeed and offered her a level, considering look that told her he'd caught the impending request in her voice.

He slapped her on the vambrace, rough affection but-for their family-an extreme display, and sealed his face plate with the other hand.

Leah and I connect, and we have since she was barely old enough to grab my finger and stare deeply into my eyes. There's something about her that reminds me of Nell, come to think of it. Wide-eyed wonder and a whim of carbon steel.

Mehiel, my brother, I dare say the one thou lovest doth care for thee, as well.

The twist of her mouth revealed what she thought of that idea. It made Lisa restrain a smile: it was also Katya's moue, and Lisa's son Julian made the same face when he was concentrating.

My father's ambiguous smile swam before my eyes.

We used to call ourselves Team Zed. It sort of fell out of use after we had built up a decan of better reasons to feel like a family, but it still gets a wink and a grin every once in a while.

He looked so terribly young, a slender boy with a boy's narrow shoulders and his father's, green, green eyes.

Katya, Lesa's surviving daughter, surprised the activity on the veranda, her glossy black hair braided off her neck, unhatted in the sun.

The girl-no older than Rien, though far more imposing-was Family.

Relationships with the blood put a strain on mortal partners, and though Sebastien tried to spread the burden, he worried.

The old ways-the old respect might no longer be enforced with terror, but enough of it lingered that Dust was no entirely bereft of hope for the future of Engine and the Conn family. They might have grown soft, but they had not entirely fallen apart.

Caitlin Conn was a lousy liar. In her father's house, refusing to lie had been rebellion, and under those circumstances the small rebellions kept one sane. You asserted any control you could; you defended any part of your identity you could own. Lying would have been safer, it would have diverted Alasdair's attention.

She shoved the thought of Genie's giant bright lost eyes into the same box where she kept the memories of Leah, Carver, her mother and father, and Papa Georges.

For nothing on the waters and the wide wide world is fiercer than a mother.

It struck Seeker that she did not know the man her own son had become.

Petty vengeance had been well within his father's capabilities, and using children to control their parents was an established family technique.

It's about your sister, Chief Engineer." "Of course it is," Caitlin said, rubbing her eyes until she felt the muscles stretch. "Which one, I'm terrified to ask?

There are random moments - tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children's rooms - when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.