Quotes About Brotherhood

Fine," I said, pulling into the very last slot in the parking lot. "See you then." " 'Tis devoutly to be wished," Brian said, and hung up. I sat there in astonishment for a moment; had my brother really just quoted Hamlet? Perhaps

But as I peeked at my brother's inert body....I was aware only of what a strange thing it was to be male. Society discriminated against women, no question. But what about the discrimination of being sent war? Which sex was really thought to be expendable.

Nós levantamos nossos copos e bebemos à IGUALDADE, à sagrada IGUALDADE; e, em seguida, ordenamos ao garçom para nos trazer Chartreuse Verde e mais charutos

One man in uniform always supports another man in uniform, no matter what the row is about, or who may be in the right—that does not trouble him.  It is a fixed tenet of belief among uniform circles that a uniform can do no wrong.  If burglars wore uniform, the police would be instructed to render them every assistance in their power, and to take into custody any householder attempting to interfere with them in the execution of their business.

Subhash was angry with himself for going along with it. For still needing to prove he could. He was sick of the fear that always rose up in him: that he would cease to exist, and that he and Udayan would cease to be brothers, were Subhash to resist him.

John Paul II called us Jews the older brothers of Christians. He represented humanity, dialogue and reconciliation, and he laid the foundation for religions to work together.

I can spare a dime, brother, but in these morally inflationary times, a dime goes a lot farther if it's demanding work rather than adding to the indignity of relief.

After my grunge phase, I started opening my horizons and listening to more electronic stuff. I got into Radiohead, specifically 'Amnesiac' - my brother gave me that album.

Having Styles and Sheek as my brothers and my partners makes it easier to work with anybody 'cause that's the bar of bars right there. Being in the sandwich of them two, you can throw me in the cage with lions and I'll feel comfortable because everyday I'm at bloodsport with them.

The war is over—the rebels are our countrymen again.

With berries, fruit, and water-brooks. There build thee with thy brother's aid A cottage in the quiet shade, And faithful to thy sire's behest, Obedient to the sentence, rest. For well, O sinless chieftain, well I know thy tale, how all befell: Stern penance and the love I bore Thy royal sire supply

Lakshma? sped With brows whence all the light had fled. Near and more near the

To see the blood of friends flowing together, wounds joined with wounds, and death attached to death—these are the real proofs of Roman friendship.

Al lettore Questo libro non è un'opera di fantasia. È un colloquio dell'autore con suo fratello morto. L'autore, scrivendo, cercava consolazione, non altro. Egli ha il rimorso di avere appena intuita la spiritualità del fratello, e troppo tardi. Queste pagine si offrono quindi come una sterile espiazione.

I, for one, am tired of seeing movies about men damaging each other.

A war between Europeans is a civil war.

Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?

I am really lucky to have Jeff. He is my best friend in the whole world, not only my brother.

Working with my brother is something that I've always wanted to do. He's one of my best friends.

Now Ben Folds is my photography older brother. He was kind enough to give me a photo of his for my 40th birthday.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers - joined in the serious business of keeping our food, shelter, clothing and loved ones from combining with oxygen.

My brother and I are always playing F1 on the PlayStation and now I am going to be in one of those cars on the games!

Give the brethren a chance to do something, anything, no matter how small or unimportant. A brother convinced that he is helpful is enthusiastic.

I felt a sense of brotherhood with anybody who peddled stories... A crowd had gathered around one man who sold pamphlets. He was in his early twenties, and you could tell from his appearance - dark skin, dirty collar, cheap blue suit - that he was a migrant. But he spoke beautifully, holding the crowd with his words... He sold pamphlets not because he needed to, but because the pamphlets deserved to be sold.