Family Mystery Quotes

My father? I never knew him. Never even seen a picture of him.

Listening to a FNM record is like a visit from a mysterious relative who knows more about your family than you did.

Who was that?” I whispered, as if the walls could hear me. They were lined with pictures, a few of which I recognized as being painted by master painters. “Rhys.” “Yeah, I know but… is he my brother?” I asked. I had already decided that he was foxy, so I really hoped that he wasn‟t.

Home is that youthful region where a child is the only real living inhabitant. Parents, siblings, and neighbors are mysterious apparitions who come, go, and do strange unfathomable thing in and around the child, the region's only enfranchised citizen.

My mother was Canadian, so you never knew what she was thinking.

I am truly multi-racial. I never knew my biological father. I've always had less information than I would have liked to have had. All I know from my mother is that I have connections to many different cultures.

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.

Anyone who has a parent can relate to this idea of not quite understanding who your parents are or making up stories about them.

I always loved watching and reading family-friendly mysteries growing up, like the shows Murder, She Wrote and Nancy Drew, and am thrilled to be bringing these New York Times best-selling books right into your living room on the small screen.

My grandmother was a psychiatrist and possibly the ultimate of all skeptics. But even she couldn't explain the strange noises we so often heard in the attic.

Happy or Unhappy, families are all mysterious.

My father was hard to know and gave little indication that there was much to know. He claimed he remembered almost nothing about his childhood.

Family is funny, and so it was not an unnatural thing for me, growing up, not to know anything about my dad or about the Vance side of our family.

I knew nothing about my mum's family. Her parents were dead by the time she was 14. She was brought up by two aunts, and she only ever met one uncle.

One of the things that made Star Wars work was the kids didn't know who their dad was.

Every family has that secret. Every family has that thing where you go, 'Shhh, shhh, shhh.'

Happy or unhappy, families are all mysterious. We have only to imagine how differently we would be described - and will be, after our deaths - by each of the family members who believe they know us.

I don't know much about my biological background.

My grandmother. She's someone I never met, and I would've loved to have met her. She's been a huge influence on our entire family, not just me. She is a mystery. It's not clear exactly what about her is truth and myth.

I was shocked, and I ended up contacting three academics to find out if it could possibly be that my grandmother was a courtesan.

My mother's favorite photograph was one of herself at twenty-four years old, unbearably beautiful, utterly glamorous, in a black-straw cartwheel hat, dark-red lipstick, and a smart black suit, her notepad on a cocktail table. I know nothing about that woman.

She wanted to ask him why they were all strangers who shared the same last name.

Early in my career I began receiving letters from a woman in the Midwest who claimed to be my mother.

Mother’s particular devils had remained mysterious to me for decades. So had her past. Few born liars ever intentionally embark in truth’s direction, even those who believe that such a journey might axiomatically set them free.

These are my daughters, I suppose. But where in the world did the children vanish?