Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.
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.
When brothers agree, no fortress is so strong as their common life.
The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out of his nose.
There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.
We know one another's faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar. We have been banded together under pack codes and tribal laws.
It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.
If you want to know how your girl will treat you after marriage, just listen to her talking to her little brother.
Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.
If your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she's wearing your best sweater.
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.
Brothers don't necessarily have to say anything to each other - they can sit in a room and be together and just be completely comfortable with each other.
An older sister is a friend and defender - a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.
It takes two men to make one brother.
You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.
Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.
There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.
Blessed is the servant who loves his brother as much when he is sick and useless as when he is well and an be of service to him. And blessed is he who loves his brother as well when he is afar off as when he is by his side, and who would say nothing behind his back he might not, in love, say before his face.
When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?
or simply:
