Sisters don’t need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks – expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs – that can undermine any tale you’re telling.
Ignore reality, there’s nothing you can do about it.
I think I’m funny because my family, my siblings were funny.
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.
The younger brother must help to pay for the pleasures of the elder.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.
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 your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she’s wearing your best sweater.
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.
The family. We are 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. . . and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.
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.
I know it’s a cliche, but the whole family is just whacked. I mean, we’re all out of our minds. They’re the funniest, most eccentric bizarre people I’ve ever met, my siblings.
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 highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out of his nose.
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.
