Quotes About Brother

Frank incessantly gambled in stocks and commodities, further alienating his more prudent brother.

If he showed generosity toward Frank, it deepened his brother's dependence and bred anger; if he didn't give him money, Frank threw a tantrum.

Thou art of the Jungle and not of the Jungle. And I am only a black panther. But I love thee, Little Brother.

What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill? Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride? Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side. Where is the haste that ye hurry by? Brother, I go to my lair to die!

Tiger! Tiger! What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill? Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride? Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side. Where is the haste that ye hurry by? Brother, I go to my lair—to die.

TIGER! TIGER!" What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, the watch was long and cold. What of the quarry ye went to kill? Brother, he crops in the jungle still. Where is the power that made your pride? Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side. Where is the haste that ye hurry by? Brother, I go to my lair—to die.

He opened his eyes for an instant. Other people were writing and melting, but my brother stopped his flight long enough to look at me. An instant that would have to last forever. And then the flames rose higher and my brother was gone.

Vincent gave him the twenty. "You don't think you might be looking for trouble?" Levi thanked Vincent for the loan, but laughed at the question. "Life is trouble, brother. You've got to fight for what you want.

What if your brother is dying and you can't stop it. What do you do? ... You help him find something that makes him feel that he still wants to be alive. Only thing to do.

Would you like to have a brother? By now Melek knew much of our language. I would like to have you, he told me. I laughed, but the laughter sounded sharp, like a rock against the both of us, or an arrow, one that could indeed pierce through flesh. I know I can't. So instead I'll have a brother.

In the dining room, my brother—the scholar—was asking my father what it meant, amadan. My father said, "A fool. It means someone's a fool." Even with the water running, the cup of soapy water at my lips, I could hear my father's shout of laughter when my brother asked him, "Who is?

Amadan." I said it as Pegeen had said it, ruefully, shaking my head as if speaking fondly of a troublesome child. I said it with my chin just above my own china cup and its dregs of melting sugar, with my eyes veering away from my brother's startled face and down into that ivory light. And then, for good measure, I said it again, into the teacup itself. "Amadan." The

A foot. Remember how DuBois saw those human feet in a butcher's window in downtown Atlanta? Brother, Sister, Children, you are not crazy to feel crazy here.

At times, my brother made me think of one of those tapered, horned conch shells, with a glossy pink interior curving away and out of sight into some tightly wound inner mystery. You could hold your ear to such a shell and imagine you heard the depths of a vast roaring ocean—but it was really just a trick of acoustics.

Gypsy was the name my brother gave a pet turtle he had. I always thought it was so peculiar.

Back when the United States was ordering its doctors to block up all legal supplies of heroin and breaking Henry Smith Williams's brother, doctors in Britain flatly refused to fall into line.

My sister called me "Buzzard" when I was a baby - she couldn't say "Brother" so I've been Buzz my whole life.

Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth? That morning, my brother's was worth a pocket watch.

If life is a battle, then my inner scars are medals for valor, for swiftness, for courage, for passion. Evil is the dark-haired brother of Good; they walk hand in hand—always.

There were letters for her at the bureau-one from her brother, full of athletics and biology; one from her mother, delightful as only mother's letters could be. She had read in it of the crocuses which had been bought for yellow and were coming up puce, of the new parlour-maid, who had watered the ferns with essence of lemonade...

I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see. I sought my God, but my God eluded me. I sought my brother and I found all three.

Thy brother came with subtilty, and hath taken away thy blessing.

A brother shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams.

A brother offended is harder to be won than a strong city: and their contentions are like the bars of a castle.