Quotes About Brother

just had my first kiss in a stronghold of the Enemy of Death, in a room full of his dead brother's stuff, Call thought. Story of my life.

Gavriel was half in love with death. He'd lost a lover to it and put his own brother in a grave, so maybe it was no surprise that he stalked murderers through the city streets, sinking his fangs into their jugulars and gulping down their blood. Every night, it was as though he avenged his brother by killing some stand-in for himself.

Little brother," Balekin says without waiting to be acknowledged. He wears the chained cuffs on his wrists as though they are bracelets, as though they add to his status instead of marking him as a prisoner.

It was just like Aleksander to steal even this from him, Gavriel thought. To treat the duel as a joke, to treat him as a joke. Now his only choices were to take aim at a man about to fall over or to bear the shame of crying off. And Aleksander would laugh at him later. I wasn't so very drunk, he would say. And if I was, so what? If you weren't such a milksop, then surely you'd have— Gavriel raised his pistol and shot his brother through the heart.

On my way out, I spot my little brother. He is out in the garden, picking a bouquet of foxgloves. He's laughing, sunlight turning his brown hair gold. When his nurse comes toward him, he darts away from her. I bet he doesn't even know that those flowers are poison.

Little brother,' Balekin says without waiting to be acknowledged. He wears his chained cuffs on his wrists as though they are bracelets, as though they add to his status instead of marking him as a prisoner. 'You requested an audience with the crown,' Cardan says. 'No, brother, it was you I wanted to speak with, not the ornament on your head.

We know about your brother. He called and told us himself. Said to imagine Faerieland like an exclusive boarding school in Switzerland. I told him it was more like an exclusive boarding school in hell.

Sleep, the brother of Death.

For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother

In the democratic western countries so-called capitalism leads a saturnalia of "freedom," like a bastard brother of reform.

he once tried to explain the war and the 18 million dead to Teket, who could not comprehend it, the number alone, let alone that many killed in one conflict. B said they never found the whole of his brother's body in Belgium. He said surely it is more civilized to kill one man every few months, hold up his head for all to behold, say his name, and return home for a feast than to slaughter nameless millions.

Here I was with the guy I maybe-loved, relaxing by the ocean with salty crisp breezes and blue-gray sea curving into a for-ever horizon. We even had background music to add to the romantic ambience. And except for the "can't kiss because he's my brother" thing, this was the perfect romantic moment.

Yes. It's there. It's all there. She's my blood mate, Jeb. I've found my blood mate." He couldn't suppress the joy rising inside him, knowing he had finally been blessed. Jeb chuckled at hearing his brother's happiness. "I remember it wasn't too long ago when I was in your pants, Simon." "Shoes," a sleepy voice interrupted, more amused than annoyed. "You were in his shoes, t'kor. Not his pants.

I backed off. Ever since obesity had become a social issue on top of a personal one, big people must have encountered the conviction that what they ate was everyone else's business. In truth that chocolate bar did feel intensely like my business, but only because he was my brother. Whenever he ate rich or sweet things around me I got agitated, no less so than if he'd carved himself with a razor blade in plain view.

You can ask Jack about getting into Eternal Truth." "You want Jack to go to church?" Hardy asked blankly. "Honey, he'd be struck by lightning as soon as he went in the front door." Haven grinned at him. "Compared to you, Jack is a choirboy." "Since he's your big brother," he told her kindly, "I'll let you keep your illusions.

My comedy career aside, I am a father of three, a husband, a son, a brother and a vegan.

All my best memories of my brother are in vehicles, speeding, predatory or celebratory. We were just made to drive. For the last 12 years of his life, he lived as caretaker of an orange grove. There, on 18 acres, my brother collected cars and trucks and motorcycles.

Dex," she said. "Are you all right?" "I'll be fine, Sis," I said, feeling somewhat light-headed, "if you'll just turn off that horrible music.

What a lovely family you have, brother," he said. "Domestic perfection." "I still don't know why you're here," I said. "Don't you?" Brian said. "Wasn't I obvious?" "Painfully obvious," I said. "But not at all clear.

He paused and turned to face me. "Yes, brother, let's," he said. "A good old-fashioned chin-wag. Catch up with each other and all that. Tell me, how are you coming along with finding that missing girl?" I

Cheer up, brother," he said. "Keep smiling." "What on earth for?" He smiled. "It confuses people?" he said.

Of what? Wasn't he my very own brother? Shouldn't that cover over everything else in a blanket of sanctimony? Surely I could trust him—but with everything? With my secret identity, my Fortress of Solitude—and even Lily Anne, my Kryptonite?

I opened the door and Brian stepped through. "Brother," he said. "We may not have a lot of time." "That thought had occurred to me," I said. "Along with a few others of a more personal nature." He showed me his teeth and took my elbow. "Time for recriminations later," he said. "Right now there's work to do.

I watched as Brian led Ivan to a dental chair, which was bolted to the floor and apparently complete with the hydraulic lifting function. It had also been slightly modified with a set of metal-mesh restraints for hands, feet, chest, and head, and these my brother fastened carefully onto our guest, whistling tunelessly the while, not quite loud enough to cover the sound of Ivan's nasty wet whimpering.