If you want to know how your girl will treat you after marriage, just listen to her talking to her little brother.
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.
A brother is a friend given by Nature.
I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see. I sought my God, but my God eluded me. I sought my brother and I found all three.
The best way to get a puppy is to beg for a baby brother — and they’ll settle for a puppy every time.
All for one and one for all
My brother and my friend
What fun we have
The time we share
Brothers ’til the end.
Never make a companion equal to a brother.
It was nice growing up with someone like you — someone to lean on, someone to count on... someone to tell on!
A sibling may be the keeper of one’s identity, the only person with the keys to one’s unfettered, more fundamental self.
Our siblings push buttons that cast us in roles we felt sure we had let go of long ago — the baby, the peacekeeper, the caretaker, the avoider.... It doesn’t seem to matter how much time has elapsed or how far we’ve traveled.
Help your brother’s boat across, and your own will reach the shore.
The younger brother must help to pay for the pleasures of the elder.
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... ~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park, 1814
When brothers agree, no fortress is so strong as their common life.
The mildest, drowsiest sister has been known to turn tiger if her sibling is in trouble.
After a girl is grown, her little brothers — now her protectors — seem like big brothers.
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.
Our siblings. They resemble us just enough to make all their differences confusing, and no matter what we choose to make of this, we are cast in relation to them our whole lives long.
Sibling relationships — and 80 percent of Americans have at least one — outlast marriages, survive the death of parents, resurface after quarrels that would sink any friendship. They flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust.
Siblings are the people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring — quite often the hard way.
Blessed is the servant who loves his brother as much when he is sick and useless as when he is well and can 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.
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