Quotes About Siblings

I grew up in a small town in Alabama, and there wasn't much in the way of entertainment, so like our older siblings before us, we drove our pickup trucks out into the hayfield and lit a bonfire.

Readers tell me that my novels are filled with significant mothers. Do I realize this? Do I do it on purpose? The truth is, I don't. I think of myself as a writer of family stories. I write more often than not from a male point of view, and I usually begin by focusing on siblings, spouses, even fathers, before I think about the mothers.

I love you; I love you and I don't care that you're my sister; don't be with him, don't want him, don't go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don't know how to be without you.

My sister and I were the ones in the family who had seen this as necessary; neither of my brothers felt there was a problem with Dad. And in general when I'd expressed my concern for him, she was the one of my siblings who responded. She and I had also been the ones who sorted through and distributed mother's possessions after she had died.

I had a really normal childhood except I acted. It was like, my brother played soccer, and I was on television sometimes.

Ndamukong started out playing soccer, like his sister before him. She excelled at it, played for Mississippi State, made the Cameroon national team.

Sisters have ways of socializing brothers into the mysteries of girls. Brothers have ways of socializing sisters into the puzzle that is boys.

I played softball for a few years growing up. Both my brothers played baseball.

I used to play softball every summer back in Quitman. My two brothers demanded I be tough. There were certain girls they wouldn't let me invite over because they were too feminine and fragile.

As I crossed the street, my sister yelled out the window, Do you want us to bring you a cone? and I thought, You're so stupid, Roberta, cones melt.

indeed, with the Radletts, you never could tell. Why, for instance, would Victoria bellow like a bull and half kill Jassy whenever Jassy said, in a certain tone of voice, pointing her finger with a certain look, Fancy? I think they hardly knew why, themselves.

The ability to read DNA allowed scientists to measure this genetic similarity in real people. In 2006, Peter Visscher, a geneticist at the Queensland Institute of Medical Research in Australia, and his colleagues studied 4,401 pairs of siblings, examining several hundred genetic markers in each volunteer. The siblings often had a series of identical genetic markers along a chromosome—segments they inherited from one of their parents.

Although the last enemy might be death, in long and sad police experience, the first enemy could usually be found, Cain and Abel fashion, within the family circle.

I didn't really fight with any of my older brothers. Mostly just Rob. Basically, all the memories I have are getting beaten up by him.

My first memory is of the eyes of my brother; he was looking at me all the time.

I used to run to school with my brother Jordan. It was two or three miles there and back. We'd do it every day. My parents didn't have the money to buy us bikes. It was nice; we enjoyed it.

I walk into a restaurant in Westwood now, and people know it's Reggie Miller. I used to be always Cheryl's little brother.

I'll always be known as Cheryl Miller's little brother.

M for Mischa.

child welfare officials deem it inappropriate for a brother and sister to sleep in the same bedroom once they reach a certain age. At some point, if the authorities were to find out that Kaitlin and Cole were sharing a room, Jennifer would be at risk of losing custody due to "neglect." By today's standards of child well-being, Jennifer can't move into a studio apartment to help balance her family's budget.

I see Christina, emerging, chewing and sticky-fingered, between two panels of the tent. Partly out of bravado and partly in order to test what will happen, I bite her on the arm as hard as I can

Will knelt beside me. I wished I could have taken a holo of him at that moment and played it for him the next time he kicked me out of his room. He never would believe he was the same brother who had once tried to knock me out with a pillow.

so much my parents as my little brother. What would this do to him?

The closer we came to the warehouse, the more she talked about her brother. On and on she went. "He will kill you," she threatened. "Kyrin has killed more humans than any of our kind," she boasted. By the time we reached Dallas, I longed to cut off my ears and give them to anyone who would take them, just so I wouldn't have to hear another word about her brother.