If you want to do really important things in life and big things in life, you can’t do anything by yourself. And your best teams are your friends and your siblings.
Having lots of siblings is like having built-in best friends.
A sister is both your mirror and your opposite.
There’s no other love like the love for a brother. There’s no other love like the love from a brother.
It was nice growing up with someone like you – someone to lean on, someone to count on… someone to tell on.
My big brother still thinks he’s a better singer than me.
Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply.
There’s nobody in the world that knows me better than my sister.
Power, that’s one thing, but love of family and of siblings is more important, is more powerful than any other power – at least earthly power.
I don’t believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers. It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.
If you want to know how your girl will treat you after marriage, just listen to her talking to her little brother.
Sister. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she’s the reason you wish you were an only child.
Siblings: your only enemy you can’t live without.
Older siblings… the only people who will pick on you for their own entertainment and beat up anyone else who tries.
You can kid the world, but not your sister.
We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.
Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
Your siblings are the only people in the world who know what it’s like to have been brought up the way you were.
Sisters is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.
Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.
Mum used to say we were the same soul split in two and walking around on four legs. It seems unnatural being born together and then dying apart.
Brothers don’t necessarily have to say anything to each other – they can just sit in a room and be together and just be completely comfortable with each other.
In a way, I was incredibly proud of her (not that I had any intention of letting it show while I was beating the crap out of her).
To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.