Quotes About Family

Is Joe your father, Zach?' I don't know where the question came from, but it was out, and I couldn't take it back even if I'd wanted to. 'No.' Zach shook his head. 'I never knew my dad. I don't know anything about him.

Sure, this was where her father had planned the De Beers diamond heist when she was three. It was the very room where her uncle had orchestrated the hijacking of eighty percent of the world's caviar when she was seven.

That wasn't your mom in you—that was your dad.

For the first time I realize how perilous peace can be. I appreciate the tightrope that my grandfather has spent his whole life trying to walk. And now, more than ever, I grow terrified that I'm going to make us all fall down.

After finals and winter break...after I'm back to full strength, we'll go get Preston. Whether Mom and Abby and Joe and Townsend like it or not, we'll go get him. And then...' I trailed off. 'And then we'll finish this. Next semester, this thing ends.

They promised me that this would be my home. That girls like you would always be my sisters. But they weren't my sisters, were they?" Catherine asked, but then the lunacy broke, a quick and fleeting crack, and through it I saw anger and bitterness and rage.

No! I need to go home," I say, but then the realization comes: My mother was my home. My mother is dead.

I don't care if we lose the company, miss. But I would care a great deal if we lost the boy.

I was thirteen when I saw my mother die, when I told my story. When I started "having a hard time," as my grandfather likes to say. Would they have locked me up if I'd been thirty? If I'd been a boy? It's a question I do not dare to ask.

Rome, Abby." I ignored him and turned to my aunt. "A month before my father disappeared, he needed you in Rome. Now I need you in Rome.

He raised the gun higher, aiming it over my shoulder, and I knew there were no words—no logic—that could change what he was thinking. So I stopped thinking. I stopped waiting. I stopped planning and fearing and hating the man with the gun. I stopped being afraid for me, and I started caring only about my sister.

My parents think so. And my parents have a very annoying habit of being right

It'd be fun, you know. Just once. To wake up Christmas morning with snow on the ground and stockings full of presents that no one had to steal and a house that's really home." She reclaimed the teapot and slowly slipped back into the con. "That would be nice. Maybe, someday, we'll steal that." On

Dads sometimes look at daughters like they're more precious than all the diamonds in England. I remembered that—once upon a time—someone had looked like that at me.

But the part I remember most was when a man stepped out onto the high wire, fifty feet about the ground. By the time he reached the other side, five other people had climbed onto his shoulders, but I wasn't watching him—I was too busy starting at my father, who looked on as if he knew what it felt like, up there without a net.

When the car stopped, Kat and Hale got out. Kat walked quickly, crunching gravel beneath her feet, and ran her hand through her hair—the very gesture she'd seen her father make a thousand times. . . . Right before he agreed to do something stupid.

Four years ago my dad went on a mission. He didn't come home. No one knows what… happened." Then Zach looked at me and said the words I've always known but never dared to utter: "Somebody knows.

If Kat had stayed at Colgan long enough, a teacher might have eventually told her what her family has been saying for generations. It's okay to break the rules, but only sometimes, and only if you know them very,very well.

Dear Logan, Alaska's really big. And really pretty. It's also really lonely. Sometimes I ask Dad why we're here and he says it's for our health. Or because I'm almost old enough that he was going to have to "beat the boys off with sticks" if we'd stayed in DC. I don't think that's it, though. But if it is, he's found the place where the stick-to-boy ration is probably the highest on earth. Maddie

I kicked and I made contact. "You know, Ms Morgan, that was your mother you just hammered.

They hotwired Cam's bed," Abby said with a shrug. "Of course they did," my mother said.

Let's have a baby, Abs. We've taken down terrorist cells. Surely we can handle one little baby. Spies

For a second, I actually wonder if my brother, the saint, might actually be lying.

Come on, guys," I said, laughing. "What? Did you think he was going to ask me to the prom?" I teased. "Or, hey, Mom's burning macaroni and cheese for supper Sunday night; maybe he can come over and she can tell him about the time she jumped off a ninety-story balcony in Hong Kong with a parachute she made out of pillowcases.