Quotes About Sibling

I don't have the songwriter's obligatory sob story. My sister and I both had a very happy, normal childhood and we've turned into sensible adults.

My brother is an excellent songwriter, and I play guitar and drums.

I'm the oldest of three kids and I remember my brother and sister still watching Mr Rogers while I felt too big and too sophisticated to watch it.

I, personally, have had to rise above my feelings of inferiority to my sister Anjelica, not to mention feeling sorry for myself because I lost my mother so young.

She tries to wear her pain on the inside. She always has. It's the trademark of the oldest sibling, I think.

Someone who loves you, will act as sibling rather than a lover.

I never cease to wonder at my luck in having for my sister the woman who, more than any other woman in America, possesses all the qualities of true greatness.

As your older brother, it's my sacred duty to save you from yourself. She brings her fists down on the table, making all the dinner plates jump. The ONLY reason you're fifteen minutes older than me is because you cut in front of the line, as usual!

My mother agreed to aid my abuse of alcohol but only if I promised never to tell my newly converted Mormon sister, whose identity I had stolen.

Sisters. Only a sister knows how to comfort a sister. Period. End of story. Men can give us a hug or pat us on the back, but only a girl will get another girl off her feet to face the rain.

When I was about 9, my brother, who's six years older than me, started getting guitar lessons, and I wouldn't say that it inspired me to pick up an instrument: it was more me being like, 'Well, if he's getting guitar lessons, then so am I. I'm not missing out,' type of thing.

The first Monopoly game I played with my brothers, I hated losing so much, I just had to beat them.

I was a different kind of kid. Pau always knew what he wanted. He was really good at school, really responsible. I was more of a loose cannon, honestly. I was running around and outside, and getting into a little trouble more than anything. But always in a good way. It was never my fault. It was the other guy. I was just there.

His role (if he had one, which he sometimes doubted) was to provide a comparison with his elder sister Bridget.

a girl from his English class who'd overdosed on sleeping pills after learning of the disappearance of her identical twin.

There was no point in questioning him. Just as long ago, when they ventured hand in hand into unknown territory, Cee accompanied her big brother silently. As annoyed as she was now at her relapse into doing what others wanted, she nevertheless cooperated. This one time, she told herself. I don't want Frank making decisions for me.

Dad made it to Gold Shield Detective, so he always busted Robin, my oldest brother, and me. Always got caught, whatever we were doing.

When she called her brother, Buster said that she should climb out the window of the bathroom and run away, which was his solution to most problems.

Buster sat on the curb in front of the college, waiting for his sister to pick him up. To pass the time, he skimmed the stories of the creative writing students. One was about a wild party and the story consisted almost entirely of a detailed explanation of a drinking game called Flip 'N Chug that seemed, to Buster, to be too complicated to facilitate the simple goal of getting drunk.

After thirty minutes, he began to wonder if Annie had simply forgotten about him, returned to the house after the movie, and got drunk on vodka tonics. "Come get me," Buster whispered, hoping to create a psychic link to his sister.

Where are our parents?" the Fang children asked in unison, inching closer to Hobart. Hobart sighed deeply and then pointed toward the living room and said, "Let's sit down and talk." Hobart took nearly five minutes to find a comfortable sitting position on his George Nelson–designed Kangaroo chair. Buster and Annie sat side by side opposite Hobart on a black leather sling sofa, feeling as though they were waiting for a bus that was very, very late.

The real maddening thing I learned later was that when Dad was supposedly punishing Candace, he'd go in there, snapping his belt. But when the door closed behind him, he'd slap the belt on the bed while Candace yelped like she'd gotten spanked. You never saw a performance like that from her on Full House.

chose twenty-three because he hoped to be half as good a player as his brother Larry who wore number forty-five.

I was born in 1968, just eighteen months after my sister Chrisse and just one year after Dad passed the bar exam.