Quotes About Brother

Brother, if you want to get the lowdown, Come along and let's all have a hoedown.

When I came into the WWF, the first thing I really didn't want to have was being Bret Hart's little brother.

My brother Hayden's friendship with James Webber would be the catalyst for a fateful and accidental meeting between me and the future Soham killer Ian Huntley.

Mustafa Alhawsawi, a brother of one hijacker, sent them $18,000 via Western Union. He also received by return transfer all the group's leftover funds—about $42,000—when the hijackers wound up their affairs in late August 2001 and prepared to die.

You've lost an arm, Alessio! By the mercy of the Emperor, you're lucky not losing your life as well! I haven't lost my arm, brother! It's right over there! I'm still in this! I'm fine!

I have never slapped a boy in my life except for my brother.

There was a movie called 'Hawk the Slayer' when I was a kid. I think only three people saw it, but me and my brother saw it. I remember when I was a kid thinking that's kind of cool. It was just this sort of action adventure-y sort of thing.

I grew up in a small town, I was the only redhead other than my brother.

I couldn't have a better resource than my brother. He's one of the smartest guys you'll have a conversation with. He knows so much about so many different things.

In 1940 my mum took a job as under-matron at her old school, which had been evacuated from Eastbourne to Windermere; I got a bursary and spent eight years as a boarder. It was a smashing education; I regret being at a single-sex school, but I had a brother, so knew what guys were.

My brother had a big comic book chest, and he kept the key in the exact same place. So when he would leave for camp or be gone for a few days at a friend's house, I would totally sneak into that room and open the comic book chest and see 'X-Men' and 'Sandman' and all the Neil Gaiman stuff and all the Marvel stuff and some old 'Thor' comics.

My name is Kyran. You look like an honorable woman," he whispered, practicing what he would say to any prospective mate. "I have a home with my parents and my brother. There we will live and you will be part of our family. Would you like to give me many children?

You know what it's like to *lose* yourself in a story. We have brother and sister *souls*.

Forgive my brother, Camira apologized. We don't normally let him out of his cage when guests are present.

Kendra, nice to meet you, may you find less happiness than you deserve. Dale, you are as mute as your brother, and nearly as pale. Seth, please have another mishap soon. Stan, you lack the wit of an orangutan, bless your soul. Do not be strangers.

But Flick did not feel that his brother was entirely rational in his analysis of the Prince of Leah. Leah was one of the few remaining monarchies in the Southland, and Shea was an outspoken advocate of decentralized government, an opponent of absolute power. Nevertheless, he claimed friendship with the heir to a monarch's throne—facts which in Flick's opinion seemed entirely inconsistent

I care about my brother. I care about wilderness. To care is to lament. My brother is a wilderness, unknowable.

Treat your anger with the utmost respect and tenderness, for it is no other than yourself. Do not suppress it—simply be aware of it. Awareness is like the sun. When it shines on things, they are transformed. When you are aware that you are angry, your anger is transformed. If you destroy anger, you destroy the Buddha, for Buddha and Mara are of the same essence. Mindfully dealing with anger is like taking the hand of a little brother.

I started writing really early on, and my brother Jordan was my first audience. I would come up with scary stories to tell him at bedtime.

My dad was a keen cricketer - he played at school and club level - but it was hard for him to find time for it because he was a farmer, so he encouraged me and my brother.

Kobe Bryant, to me, is still the best basketball player in my mind. He played with me and he was in my era. I still love him to death. He's a little brother to me.

Mayhap you'd prefer to spend this eve with me at an inn, rather than going straight to my brother's," he suggested with a seductive smile. Chloe scowl deepened. "One eve is no' enough?" he teased, though his eyes were distant. "Greedy lass, would you be wishing a week?

I just want to tell her that I'm sorry," Wallow says softly. He doesn't know that I'm awake. He's talking to himself, or maybe to the ocean. There's not a trace of fear in his voice. And it's clear then that Wallow is a better brother than I could ever hope to be.

I caught a big whiff of Sea Breeze cologne as my brother Poseidon came striding toward me, his mane of blue hair streaming out behind him.