327 Quotes About Siblings

I wanted nothing more out of life than I did to keep my family together and make sure they were safe. The memory of those days reminds me of how exhausted I had been, but my siblings gave my life purpose, they were my bridge from pain to healing, from past to future. They are as much the authors of my survival as I am of theirs.

Damian was like Pluto: too distant to see in detail, a speck of light on the outer reaches of our galaxy, always moving. A planet of extremes, its light as hard to penetrate as its darkness. Rock and ice — tough stuff Pluto's made of. It helped to think of Damian that way, a match for any city street. It helped me survive the winter without him.

I am back,” he said, straightening up, pulling the keys out of his pocket. “This is all that's left.

She held him, her arms tight about him, she had never understood it, but when they met, she and her sister and brothers, suddenly all of their wives, husbands, and children seemed members of another race, no part of the Family, that family whose allegiances antedated all others.

It wasn't till they were on the bridge that Delly asked RB, "So, Ferris Boyd's your favorite?" She didn't mind, mostly.RB answered so fast, though, she knew he wasn't fibbing. "She's my favorite friend," he told her. "You're my favorite everything.

Holy shit my brother Is going to shit himself" darting his eyes down my body

Liesl,” he calls softly.“Sepperl. Is it you? Or are you me?”“I am you,” he says. “And you are me. We are the left and right hands of a single fortepianist. We are part of a larger whole, greater than us, greater than the world.

If you are way more successful than your sibling, you will come out as patronizing no matter what you do for them. They feel overshadowed by you. They may make friends who are not good from your perspective. To make them feel equal, you must accept their friend circle. Or just completely separate from them and let them live their life their own way.

All their lives Nath had understood, better than anyone, the lexicon of their family, the things they could never truly explain to outsiders: that a book or a dress meant more than something to read or something to wear; that attention came with expectations that—like snow—drifted and settled and crushed you with their weight.