Quotes About Siblings

All of my brothers and sisters are very talented. They all sang all right.

I tried to explain in 'The Nine of Us' how we grew up with politics. At meals we talked about what was in the newspaper. We talked politics non-stop! Campaigning for our brothers was a part of our lives.

My sister and brother and I grew up speaking both languages - French to our father and English to our mother. But when we three kids are talking to each other, we use English.

My sister and I are opposites in many ways. She is six feet tall, while I'm five feet four.

I'm four minutes older. Of all the competitions in our life, I won the first one. Though Drew is a quarter inch taller.

I'm a bit taller too because I've got Mum's legs and Dad was a bit more squat and well-built than me. My brother Andrew is a bit more like Dad.

Although I am the oldest with the biggest moustache, my brothers are progressively taller; I put it down to the extra potatoes they were able to eat after I left home.

I'm a quarter of an inch taller than Jonathan at 6-foot-4 1/2.

Desire is both imitative (we like what others like) and competitive (we want to take away from others what they have). As children, we wanted to monopolize the attention of a parent, to draw it away from other siblings. This sense of rivalry... makes people compete for the attention.

Often, just as when they were children, it was four against one when some argument came up. At least they no longer sat on him to force him to submit to their wishes.

I have a son, but I've never had a daughter. I have a sister, and my sister had a fairly tempestuous relationship with my dad when she was young, and that was gripping and sometimes upsetting.

Conscience: That which makes a boy tell his mother before his sister does.

Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.

Four other old folk emerged one by one to join their brother. All five siblings wore cheap polyester clothes, and standing in a group they looked very much alike. They differed only in their heights, like the fingers of a single hand.

Chance made us sisters. Hearts made us friends.

Holy cow," Beckett said, turning to Madison. "You all must've been a handful growing up." "What, us? Five little angels.

It's one of the worst-kept secrets of family life that all parents have a preferred son or daughter, and the rules for acknowledging it are the same everywhere: The favored kids recognize their status and keep quiet about it - the better to preserve the good thing they've got going and to keep their siblings off their back.

She's in because her brother, Hunter, was a god here before he gave up being a counselor to run a surf clinic in Malibu.

One old myth says that faeries would sometimes steal human children and replace them with faerie changelings. So if you wake up one day and your brother or sister is acting like a jerk, they might have been swapped by faeries.

The Evil Twin was either Tracey or Casey Reardon. I wasn't sure which one, and no one else seemed to either. All we knew for sure was that the twins were evil. Or, one of them was evil and the other just looked the same.

When they touched it was like touching her own body. From childhood they had been the same height; their arms and legs and hands were still perfectly congruent. Only the centers of them were different, aching, fascinated, every part of them heated to the same temperature as the sun warmed pond.

So the dickhead had a name. Daemon—seemed fitting. And of course his sister would be as attractive as him. Why not? Welcome to West Virginia, the land of lost models.

Hindley, with apparently the stronger head, has shown himself sadly the worse and weaker man ... One hoped, the other despaired: they chose their own lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them.

There, there, baby!' said Julian, patting his little sister on the back and laughing at her furious face.