Quotes About Sibling

I hated myself for being cold and hard. Little Sister loved me more than I loved her. I was the tree that had stretched its foliage over the entire kingdom of her life. She was a stowaway who had huddled in the safety of my shade. Without me, she would wither and dry up.

So does your Uncle Kevin." "I'm sick of being the smallest boy. We need another one so I have somebody to pick on, too." "Oh…great." It was scary to think her baby was going to be the low man on the totem pole of trickle-down family dynamics.

Bobby stopped laughing and craned his head to look up at her. "I hope it's a boy." "So does your Uncle Kevin." "I'm sick of being the smallest boy. We need another one so I have somebody to pick on, too." "Oh…great." It was scary to think her baby was going to be the low man on the totem pole of trickle-down family dynamics.

Of course I care. You're my big sister. I may act like a pain in the butt sometimes, but I actually like you. Pissing you off is just a hobby with me. [pp. 109]

She was smiling as she leaned toward Reed, who stooped down to put his lips against her ear. He would tell her that he wanted to travel to Merendon, or Marring Cross or Cranfield, someplace far away and exotic. He was the sort of man whose wish altered every year. He said in a voice that only she could hear: "I wish you were not my sister." She pulled back and stared up at him. He smiled, his face just faintly touched with sadness, and tossed his true-love into the fire.

Mace growled and wondered how much prison time a man would do for tossing his sister into the East River.

Give her to me." Turning away with his prize, Lock shook his head. "No. Get your own cat." "She's my sister.

Now y'all, cut it out. Brothers and sisters shouldn't act like this." Sissy stared at her brother's mate. "Are you new to the neighborhood?

Mace watched his beautiful sister. She took after their mother. He took after his father. And they got along about as well as that pair did.

If you don't annoy your big sister for no good reason from time to time, she thinks you don't love her anymore.

This is what I want: I want to grab my brother's hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders.

It's cool cause my sister is older than me and we went to the same high school, so by the time I got to high school, I got the lowdown on all the teachers and everything.

I was totally dominated and revered my father. I admired everything he did. He was a great sports person. He loved me. I was his only boy at that time, before my brother Billy came along.

Whenever anything went wrong at home, because I was the only boy, I would get blamed for it straight away. Girls stick together.

My younger brother and I have been writing together, mainly for fun, for years, but we've been improvising together since we were kids. Literally.

I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange.

The Ice Wizard had a younger sister who loved him more than anything in the world. One day they fought over something foolish. He lost his temper and told her to leave him alone forever. She ran down to the sea in tears. There she found a flock of swan maidens. They gave her a white feathered dress. She put on the dress and became a swan maiden herself. She flew

Hallie and I... were all there was. The image in the mirror that proves you are still here. We had exactly one sister apiece. We grew up knowing the simple arithmetic of scarcity: A sister is more precious than an eye.

Oh, whatever would I do without my child-progeny sister to tell me what to do. Prodigy, I corrected.

Small was her destiny. And despite that, or because of it, she'd grown up with the furies in her sails, honing her confidence in verbal and physical combat with a brother who quickly doubled her in size. She had the temperament of the fire-eyed little shih tzu at the dog park that takes on the rottweilers with zero sense of disadvantage.

I had a list going in my head that fall, of what all I would tell my little brother one day. But time passed and eventually my mind had only one thought in it as regards childhood. For any kid that gets that as an option: take that sweet thing and run with it. Hide. Love it so hard. Because it's going to fucking leave you and not come back.

Shannon isn't really my brother...Actually he's the love of my life.

The book was something of a national phenomenon and turned my mother into something of a celebrity expert on parenting. Predictably, my siblings and I were screwed up beyond all repair.

Y ahí estamos, ante la tumba de nuestro padre, los tres hermanos Foxman, todos forjados en el mismo molde, pero cada cual con su respectivo proceso de acabado.