Quotes About Brotherhood

You may not understand this, but I don't think it matters killing people so long as you don't hate them. I also think that there are times when you can only show your feeling of brotherhood for someone else by killing him, or trying to. I believe most ordinary people feel this and would make a peace in that sense if they had any say in the matter. There has been very little popular resistance to this war, and also very little hatred. It is a job that has to be done.

No animal must ever live in a house, or sleep in a bed, or wear clothes, or drink alcohol, or smoke tobacco, or touch money, or engage in trade. All the habits of Man are evil. And, above all, no animal must ever tyrannize over his own kind. Weak or strong, clever or simple, we are all brothers. No animal must ever kill any other animal. All animals are equal.

If such things as goodness and brotherhood and redemption exist, and may be attained, these must sometimes require blood, vengeance, the squirming terror of the former perpetrator, the vanquishing of the heartless oppressor.

The candle glimmers but an hour. The night Looms in its ancient hunger. Would you know The tragedy of human love and need? Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!

Unhappy it is, though, to reflect that a brother's sword has been sheathed in a brother's breast and that the once-happy plains of America are either to be drenched with blood or inhabited by slaves. Sad alternative! But can a virtuous man hesitate in his choice?

Stop, you boys," cried Henry. "Don't fight the minute you meet." "Well, Mike started it," shouted Benny. "I did not! You started it," shouted Mike. "Boys!" said Henry. "Stop this minute. Aren't you friends?" "We're friends

I pray that all polar opposites learn to agape love, live, and work together as brothers and sisters - or perish as fools.

We believe in loving our brothers regardless of race, color or creed and we believe in showing this love by working for better conditions immediately and the ultimate owning by the workers of their means of production.

Kim Coates is my best friend. I met Coatsy in 2001 in Morocco while working on 'Black Hawk Down.'

The Patriots do a great job of establishing a common rhetoric of working hard and working for the men that stand next to you on the field.

Gary and I have been working together all our adult lives and there aren't many brothers who have that opportunity, or they have that opportunity but can't make it to the finishing line. I love the fact that I get to spend so much time with him and I'm not sure there's any other job, except being in another band together, where we'd get to do that.

Growing up together with my brothers and working out - knowing that they bring intensity to the workout and they really, truly believe in it - it's awesome.

I am a sworn atheist and therefore from my point of view the Talmud or the Koran don't constitute works of political philosophy but rather writings that stand in utter contradiction to concepts like logic, freedom, feminism, secularism, brotherhood - which are my ideals.

Here's a news flash: No soldier gives his life. That's not the way it works. Most soldiers who make a conscious decision to place themselves in harm's way do it to protect their buddies. They do it because of the bonds of friendship - and it goes so much deeper than friendship.

There cannot be enduring peace, prosperity, equality and brotherhood in this world if our aims are so separate and divergent, if we do not accept that in the end we are people, all alike, sharing the Earth among ourselves and also with other sentient beings, all of whom have an equal role and stake in the state of this planet and its players.

I'm proud of what my brother has done. His success motivates me. He's a world champion.

A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.

If brothers don't help each other in times of need, how do you think life will ever go on?

My brothers kept me relevant. They got my back 100%. After all the times I've been incarcerated, they've always had my back.

Our brotherhood in the NBA is really tiny, and we really all appreciate and support and want each other happy.

I remember taking my brother's car out, pushing it down the driveway in neutral in the night, and going out joyriding with friends and getting flat tires and getting busted. My license was revoked by my dad. So, definitely, I was a kid. I was a teenage boy.

God made the world for us to live together in peace and not fight.

In a choice between committing an act of grievous heresy-possibly even an act of evil-and losing my brother, I had chosen to commit heresy. And no matter how much it sickened me, I knew I would make the same choice again.

What happened was I hit the cold place inside my head, the place where I'd been when I killed people for a living, the place especially where I ended up when a job looked like it was going bad. I can't describe it so it makes sense. It's really cold and really clear and nothing in the world matters except not fucking up the job-in this case, getting my damn brother on board this ship because it was what he'd said he wanted.