Quotes About Father

I smiled. So this horse is your nephew, Sam? She glared at me. Let's not go there. How did your dad father a horse? Blitzen coughed. Actually, Loki was Sleipnir's mother. What--? Let's definitely not go there, Sam warned.

But in his heart, he wanted to be at Camp Half-Blood. The months he'd spent there with Piper and Leo had felt more satisfying, more right than all his years at Camp Jupiter. Besides, at Camp Half-Blood, there was at least a chance he might meet his father someday. The gods hardly ever stopped by Camp Jupiter to say hello.

Poseidon,' said Chiron. 'Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.

Nico found a sort of freedom in knowing that eventually, no matter what happened, he would end up at the foot of his father's throne.

On my life, Magnus, I swear this is the truth: your father is a Norse god. Now, hurry. We're in a twenty- minute parking spot.

Like death, his father's presence was cold and often callous, but it was real -- brutally honest, inescapably dependable.

Hades, Kronos growled. I hope you and the ladies have come to pledge your allegiance. I'm afraid not. Hades sighed. My son here convinced me that perhaps I should prioritize my list of enemies. He glanced at me with distaste. As much as I dislike certainupstart demigods, it would not do for Olympus to fall. I would miss bickering with my siblings. And if there is one thing we agree on—it is that you were a TERRIBLE father.

Father just needed someone to blame. So of course he picked the handsomest, most talented, hopelessly awesome god. Artemis made a gagging gesture.

The whole campfire idea freaked Piper out. It made her think of that huge purple bonfire in the dreams, and her father tied to a stake. What she got instead was almost as terrifying: a sing-along.

Jason tried to summon more lightning. Nothing happened. If he ever met his dad, he'd have to petition for an increased daily allowance of bolts.

It's more than that.' Reyna rested her hand on Nico's. 'While you were asleep, I did a lot of thinking. What I told you about my father … I'd never shared that with anyone. I guess I knew you were the right person to confide in. You lifted some of my burden. I trust you, Nico.

Anything your father said. People he might have mentioned." "Amos," I blurted out, just to see his reaction. "He met a man named Amos." Inspector Williams sighed. "Sadie, he couldn't have done. Surely you know that. We spoke with Amos not one hour ago, on the phone from his home in New York." "He isn't in New York!" I insisted. "He's right—" I glanced out the window and Amos was gone. Bloody typical.

A father should do more - a father should give more to his children than he takes.

Your father is a complete___! I don't know what she called him, but I have a feeling that's when the first cuss were invented.

Aha, I thought. Even among the pandai there were frustrated musicians. Amax suddenly reminded me of my father, Zeus, when he came storming down the hallway on Mount Olympus (literally storming, with thunder, lightning, and torrential rain) and ordered me to stop playing my infernal zither music. A totally unfair demand. Everyone knows 2:00 a.m. is the optimal time to practice the zither.

Neither of them wanted to be close to their father in life, so why would they want to be close to him in death?

Teddy found himself thinking what a decent human being his father had been, the best of all the family really. The grief caught him unawares.

You can't know a father. They're all magicians. Got two million years of strings and mirrors in their pockets.

My father is taking me to my first baseball game. The Philadelphia Athletics are playing. I feel I've been sitting on my strange hard seat for a long time. I stand up. It is the National Anthem. I want to go home now, I tell my father. He is looking down at the big green field. But the game hasn't started yet, he says. Then he shrugs. He laughs and his laughter is big like the wind. O.K., kid. O.K. And he takes my by the hand and leads me out of the stadium.

I'm from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania," Sistine said, "home of the Liberty Bell, and I hate the South because the people in it are ignorant. And I'm not staying here in Lister. My father is coming to get me next week." She looked around the room defiantly. "Well," said Mrs. Soames, "thank you very much for introducing yourself, Sistine Bailey. You may take your seat before you put your foot in your mouth any farther." The

Mig watched her father walk away, the red table cloth billowing out behind him. He left his daughter. And, as you already know, he did not look back. Not even once.

Are you afraid, son? the count asked, more gently. Y-yes, Father. I wouldn't lie to you, even about that. The count reached out and with an odd, awkward gesture touched Alain on the cheek, a brush more than a caress, almost as he would pat one of his beloved hounds. There's no shame in being afraid, Alain. There's only shame if you let your fear cloud your good judgement.

My dad has to go to Washington to work, or we wouldn't have enough money . . .

My father goaded me over my disinterest, not quite calling me a coward yet wondering, "What are you afraid of, son?" He didn't expect me to be a hunter but wanted me to hold a weapon in my hands without flinching. Silent of mouth, I would reply in my mind, This device is made to kill at worst, to maim at best. But I made myself say, "Nothing, Father. I'm not afraid." So I learned to shoot.