Top 122 Brothers And Sisters Quotes

My husband and I had to raise five of my younger brothers and sisters. They lived with us. We sent them to school.

Christianity was literally born in the Middle East, and we must not forget our Middle Eastern brothers and sisters in Christ.

Your most important friendships should be with your own brothers and sisters and with your father and mother. Love your family. Be loyal to them. Have a genuine concern for your brothers and sisters.

We know enough to reject the stereotype that people in the Midwest do not care about their brothers and sisters.

Our brothers and sisters in the trans community, they showed up to every one of our marriage marches when it wasn’t necessarily what they needed. So we have to be there for them, use our lessons learned in the marriage fight – how to win when it’s difficult, how to change minds that are difficult to change.

I look and there’s our boy from Vietnam and our daughter from Ethiopia, and our girl was born in Namibia, and our son is from Cambodia, and they’re brothers and sisters, man. They’re brothers and sisters and it’s a sight for elation.

I had older brothers and sisters who were high achievers, and I felt different, misunderstood by my family. That’s not my family’s fault; it was my perception.

I have a lot of brothers and sisters, and each movie has helped pay for tuition. And then I was like, I only have one left in college, so why am I doing this? But now I want to go back to Italy and live on a farm in Tuscany.

It comes from within to not be ashamed of our brothers and sisters who have accents.

All my work, really, is based on my brothers and sisters. I had so many adventures with them and a big part of the work is to recreate those. It’s easy for me to be around a lot of people, because I can retreat. I can watch everything.

Growing up, for me, it was in a musical family, so my mum and her brothers and sisters always sang. Every time I tried to join their group when I was little, they were like, ‘Ah, darling, you‘re not too good – just sit back and watch us.’

I was an only child and grew up in York where my parents ran a surgical supplies shop. When I say I wish I had brothers and sisters, friends say it’s not what it’s cracked up to be, but I think it must be good to have someone who knew you from the beginning.

When you are one of six, your brothers and sisters become your best mates.

My mother and father didn’t treat my brothers and sisters the same, so to treat 12 players exactly the same, that’s a great accomplishment.

I remember asking my mom when I was 10 if I was adopted because I didn’t look like my brothers and sisters. She said, ‘Are you crazy? You think I am gonna go buy another mouth to feed?’ So that settled that.

Dear brothers and sisters, after the great Pope John Paul II, the cardinals have elected me – a simple, humble worker in the vineyard of the Lord.

Parents, brothers and sisters, grandparents, aunts and uncles are made more powerful guides and rescuers by the bonds of love that are the very nature of a family.

Everyone I’m photographing, I feel like I’m remaking a family, in a way. My brothers and sisters are my heroes. So many of my models resemble them.

I had brothers and sisters and did chores and had to pick up the dog crap in the yard and mow the lawn and do all the normal things that kids have to do.

Junior is such a great guy. He’s the new and improved model. It’s a beautiful thing. That’s what you train your children to do. He’s an inspiration to his brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews who say it’s too hard living up to the family name.

It was like a brother-sister type relationship with all of my cousins. Growing up we were always hanging out together. We all kind of looked after each other like brothers and sisters when we went to school and stuff.

With ‘Underground,’ we see that the wounds that we all, as a nation, inflicted upon our brothers and sisters during slavery have not been healed.

I was really sheltered growing up, with six brothers and sisters. We played together all the time, and I was living in a fantasy world, like most creative people.

My dear brothers and sisters, the joy we feel has little to do with the circumstances of our lives and everything to do with the focus of our lives.

I’m theologically in line with the Roman Catholic Church. I believe in the authority of the church, but I also have tremendous respect for my brothers and sisters in other Christian faiths.

During my childhood, I felt older than my years because I felt responsible for my brothers and sisters.

The Lord has promised great rewards for those who reach out to strengthen their brothers and sisters.

I’ve got six wonderful brothers and sisters.

It’s the need for change that drives us to join forces with our brothers and sisters all around the world – but change is slow.

I’m not excusing crime or those who bring poison into the community, but I do want brothers and sisters in prison to know someone cares.

For many years, our Messianic Jewish brothers and sisters have paid a great price. Other Jews have rejected them, and the Christian church would require they walk away from their traditions to fit into the Gentile culture. We must face these past wrongs.

I have always been a letter writer, and I found when my numbers got over half a million, I couldn’t think about how many people there were out there. I had to think as if I were writing a letter to my brothers and sisters, to my good friends with whom I have had a correspondence since I could hold a pen.

I don’t have any brothers and sisters, so I always relied on my parents to guide me or answer questions.

I grew up with my mom, and my mom had six kids, and I was the youngest, but I had a different father than my brothers and sisters, and I only met him when I was ten years old. Then he introduced me to his other children.

We were very lucky. My mother and stepmothers were on very, very good terms, and so we, the children, grew up as brothers and sisters.

What part of 9/11 is big? If the future continues to reinterpret the past, it could be argued that 9/11 provides irrefutable proof that unless there is some other way that we learn to deal with our technology or deal with our brothers and sisters, it is goodbye as a species. That genie does not leave that bottle.

I had eight brothers and sisters. Every Christmas my younger brother Bobby would wake up extra early and open everybody‘s presents – everybody’s – so by the time the rest of us got up, all the gifts were shredded, ribbons off, torn open and thrown aside.

My black brothers and sisters – of all religious beliefs, or of no religious beliefs – we all have in common the greatest binding tie we could have. We are all black people!

We forget that this music, music made by my brothers and sisters, is still a baby. It’s just beginning. When I think of the possibilities, it makes me smile.

The greatest stain upon this great Australian nation’s character, without any question, is the great gaps that exist between our Aboriginal brothers and sisters in terms of their health, their education, their living conditions, their incarceration rates and life expectancy. It’s a great stain.

My parents are both musicians and made sure we all played music. My brothers and sisters all play instruments, so we’ll get together whenever we can and play. We play a lot of classical music – you know, the good stuff.

Those are the same stars, and that is the same moon, that look down upon your brothers and sisters, and which they see as they look up to them, though they are ever so far away from us, and each other.

Some useful advice for all of my Asian-American brothers and sisters – never go paint-balling with a Vietnam veteran.

When I walk around my neighborhood, the grocery store, or the farmers market, I don’t see Democrats or Republicans, Progressives or Conservatives. I see my brothers and sisters – living, breathing human beings with diverse and complicated stories, views, and desires that can’t be packaged neatly in a box.

My brothers and sisters, we are all winners. In this context there is no victor and no vanquished. We have demonstrated, even in our diversity, the progress of Nigeria remains paramount for all.

I think that I was raised by two of the best people ever. My mother and father are just the definition of hard work, like what hard work brings to you. They’ve taught me and my brothers and sisters to set your goals high and to give everything to reach them.

I always cheer for my MMA brothers and sisters.

I have eight brothers and sisters, so I’d like to have a few children.

Certainly our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters need to be supported in living out their call to holiness.

I think there is a lot to be said for the respect that our parents had for children, and for my brothers and sisters and me at a very young age, and for exposing them to the world and what’s out there.

I had to learn to toughen up and fend for myself. You’d think when you have a lot of brothers and sisters, they’d come to your aid and rescue you a lot of times, but for us it wasn’t really like that. It was tough love.

At the end of the day, we’re all brothers and sisters in God. What people do is none of my business.

My brothers and sisters, may the spirit of love which comes at Christmastime fill our homes and our lives and linger there long after the tree is down and the lights are put away for another year.

Rock ‘n’ roll offered me a platform to speak what I felt. It also offered me a platform to support my mama and my brothers and sisters – twelve children.

I know that God lives, my brothers and sisters. There is no question in my mind. I know that this is His work, and I know that the sweetest experience in all this life is to feel His promptings as He directs us in the furtherance of His work.

Seek out your brothers and sisters of other cultures and join together in building alliances to put an end to all forms of racial discrimination, bigotry, and prejudice. There are people of good will of all races, religions, and nations who will join you in common quest for the betterment of society.

I remember that I used to mix with my friends who had brothers and sisters. I was an only child.

My older brothers and sisters have kids and families.

I was so inspired by Dr. King that in 1956, with some of my brothers and sisters and first cousins – I was only 16 years old – we went down to the public library trying to check out some books, and we were told by the librarian that the library was for whites only and not for colors. It was a public library.

My mum is a primary school teacher and my dad is a music teacher and I’ve got loads of brothers and sisters.

Raising myself and caring for my brothers and sisters allowed me the benefit of a lot of information that I wouldn’t have otherwise gotten. I had to be frugal, thoughtful, resourceful. I didn’t have anyone to tell me, ‘You can’t.’

We want to be brothers and sisters. We want respect and equality. Simon Bolivar, our father, said a balanced world – a universe – a balanced universe in order to have peace and development.

I was brought up with beautiful music – Nat King Cole and Glen Miller from my dad, and my mum loved Judy Garland and Doris Day – brilliant stuff. Through my brothers and sisters I heard David Bowie and The Specials, The Carpenters, Meatloaf and The Rolling Stones.

It is truly not fun to be the family that sticks out in an all-white community. On the other side, I have five brothers and sisters; we all look exactly the same, and we’re very, very tight. The lessons about race were not pleasant, but there are things that I loved about my childhood.

Looking back, I see that I write books about brothers and sisters, about what makes up a family, what works and what is nurturing.

There is a level of appreciation for brothers and sisters in the hood.

I’ve eight brothers and sisters – five girls, four boys. I am the seventh.

All my brothers and sisters are really witty, and I would just sit back and enjoy them.

I learned to hear silence. That’s the kind of life I lived: simple. I learned to see things in people around me, in my mom, dad, brothers and sisters.

I’ve always been more slight, and I’ve always sort of felt that I needed to be protected, especially with so many rowdy brothers and sisters.

I’m always going to fight on behalf of my brothers and sisters.

My only after-school job before I got into acting was babysitting. I had younger brothers and sisters.

I grew up in a family with three brothers and sisters who joined my family through the foster care program, and I also have a sister who joined my family through a faith-based organization.

More and more Republicans are recognizing and respecting the essential dignity of individuals who are gay and deserve the full rights of citizenship, just like their straight brothers and sisters.

We have a family dynamic – more like brothers and sisters than friends. So there can be a bit of competition, but there’s also love and respect. But there’s a thing to not push each other’s buttons. You know what the buttons are, so don’t push them.

When we lost Bobby, I would wake up in the morning and think, ‘He’s OK. He’s in Heaven, and he’s with Jack and a lot of my brothers and sisters and my parents.’ So it made it very easy to get through the day thinking he was OK.

My dad lived a good life. He was a simple guy. His family had been poor, and he joined the Marines to be able to send money home to his mom and dad and brothers and sisters. He genuinely had the intention to live a good life and to respect other people.

Certain days I think definitely because we went in there and we got Saddam and that was our mission. On other days, we lost so many lives and so many brothers and sisters… on that aspect, no.

On my mother’s side, I’m English, so that’s where the freckles come from. On my father’s side, I’m German, and he has the fantastic olive hues… I was given mum’s skin, whereas my brothers and sisters were given my dad’s skin. I do tan up quite well, but it takes me a bit longer.

God helping me, I will help my brothers and sisters in Christ, because they are my brothers and sisters.

Which other people in this world stop up holes in their sidewalks with cassava, brothers and sisters? Only Indonesia itself, on account of the abundance of its food.

Most of my fundamentalist brothers and sisters – and I am an evangelical, so I can say most of my fundamentalist brothers and sisters – are quite willing to pack women off and send them as missionaries to dangerous places where they might get killed.

When I was small – I grew up in a village outside of Krakow – my brothers and sisters and I would play folk instruments and make music in our home.

From my parents, I learned a very strong work ethic, and all of my brothers and sisters all worked from the earliest days of life right through to the present time.

I grew up in uptown Jamaica; I went to a rich school. I was raised by my mother and my stepfather; they made sure education came before anything. I had a good childhood, grew up spending time with my bigger brothers and sisters. My people are good people. I was exposed to a lot of different kinds of people and culture.

My brothers and sisters, true love is a reflection of the Savior‘s love. In December of each year we call it the Christmas spirit. You can hear it. You can see it. You can feel it.

It’s our job as followers of Christ to love our brothers and sisters even if they are different than us!

The prominence given to our nation as a rainbow country has its genesis and credence in our ‘Calaloo culture’ of which our East Indian brothers and sisters have played a principal part.

Portugal and Brazil have a history but we’re brothers and sisters. They are very passionate people, especially about MMA – just as Brazilians are passionate about MMA.

It’s hard for me to reach things. It’s good I have brothers and sisters to help.

I can still hear my mom’s voice echoing through the house, reminding me and my siblings to ‘Make your beds!’ It seems like such a small thing, but when you’re one of 15 brothers and sisters like me, those small reminders about the importance of discipline and order are critical.

I’ve always loved music. I grew up with older brothers and sisters who were into music, played The Beatles and the Rolling Stones and Aretha Franklin.

As a culture, we’re so worried about what’s going to happen to us 30 years from now that we are not taking care of our brothers and sisters who need help today.

I used to love watching ‘Hee Haw’ on TV when I was a kid. My brothers and sisters weren’t happy about it, but I just loved the music.

I have seven brothers and sisters, and I’m the only one who looks white because my mother has had children by all black men, and then my father has children with other women as well.

I cannot possibly believe that I have it made while so many black brothers and sisters are hungry, inadequately housed, insufficiently clothed, denied their dignity as they live in slums or barely exist on welfare.

We’re all sons and daughters of God, and therefore in a very literal sense, brothers and sisters. And we ought to treat each other that way.

I had five brothers and sisters. Four of them older, and some of them played instruments, and we would get together and have family recitals and raise money for the church. I belonged to a wonderful church community that encouraged me to sing.

I took the fear of marriage from my parents’ relationship, because I didn’t want to end up in a relationship like that, whereas my brothers and sisters learnt a lesson from it and made sure they didn’t carry it on into their own marriages.

I’m saying when young men get to the NCAA Tournament, let’s find a way to get their parents and their brothers and sisters a plane ticket and a hotel room. I don’t think that’s asking too much.

We have tried you citizens; we are trying you now, and you have a couple of dollars for the sorrowing mothers, brothers and sisters by way of a charity gift.

I have 10 brothers and sisters. My mother raised us because my father died when I was 8.

We must continue to go forward as one people, as brothers and sisters.

I was the youngest of six kids, and my brothers and sisters were kind of a lot older than me. And the one sister that was, like, in a close age range – she was five years older than me. She was my closest sister in age, and she was a loser.

A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother’s love endures through all.

The happiest moments are when we sit down and we feel the presence of our brothers and sisters, lay and monastic, who are practicing walking and sitting meditation.

Jeremiah Wright is one of the greatest prophetic preachers that black America has produced. What I find striking is that many white brothers and sisters miss the fact that there would be no black church if the white church wasn’t political and racist in refusing to worship with us.

Feed your brothers and sisters simply, graciously, with generous care, and you will secure a place in their heart.

‘Triple D’ is not going anywhere. I enjoy highlighting my brothers and sisters in the business.

Any time I can spend time with my brothers and sisters who fight for this country and fight for freedom, it’s a positive thing.

As Christians, we are responsible for our fellow brothers and sisters suffering and fighting for the basic resources we all need to survive. To deny this is to turn a deaf ear to God’s teachings.

We have to fight for what’s right the same way the brothers and sisters that came before us did. The ultimate example, and there are many others, was The Stonewall Inn. They were pushed until they could take no more.

The child gets two confusing messages when a parent tells him which is the right fork to use, and then proceeds to use the wrong one. So does the child who listens to parents bicker and fuss, yet is told to be nice to his brothers and sisters.

I grew up in a house with a lot of kids, brothers and sisters. So I don’t mind a lot of talking, yelling, playing. I can tune most of that out.

For almost five years on ‘Happy Days,’ I have had a mom and pop and a brother who give me advice and help me just as my own parents and brothers and sisters do at home.

Anyone who has not accepted Jesus, I want to be your brothers and sisters, too.

My parents got divorced when I was 2, so I have this weird thing where I have 8 brothers and sisters, but I am also an only child.

We absolutely have to support our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters. We just must. It’s not fair that they don’t get to live an authentic life.

I had to fight to put my socks on. That’s why I’m a great fighter. My brothers and sisters didn’t realize they were creating a monster. And then that monster made it to the Hall of Fame.

I was desperate for a friend, and I used to lie in bed at night thinking about what it would be like. My younger brothers and sisters had friends, and I used to watch them playing to try to work out what they did and how friendship worked.

I have lots of brothers and sisters, two of whom are younger than myself, so I rely on my phone, text messaging or e-mailing to stay in the loop and communicate when I’m away for big chunks of time.

My brothers and sisters started having children at a very early age, and I was just there all alone at one point, like, ‘What do I do?’ And I thought the only thing I can do is create mine, make my family, and I did that.