When I was growing up, my mother was always a friend to my siblings and me (in addition to being all the other things a mom is), and I was always grateful for that because I knew she was someone I could talk to and joke with, and argue with and that nothing would ever harm that friendship.
We can't understand when we're pregnant, or when our siblings are expecting, how profound it is to have a shared history with a younger generation: blood, genes, humor. It means we were actually here, on Earth, for a time - like the Egyptians with their pyramids, only with children.
You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.
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.
I grew up with six brothers. That's how I learned to dance - waiting for the bathroom.
I don't remember any sibling rivalry growing up, because by the time I was really conscious, Tom was going away to college. My relationship with him, which is a very close one, really developed in more recent years.
My sister taught me everything I really need to know, and she was only in sixth grade at the time.
Half the time when brothers wrestle, it's just an excuse to hug each other.
If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child.
Not only had my brother disappeared, but--and bear with me here--a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from them on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared.
Oh, brothers! I don't care for brothers. My elder brother won't die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else.
Ignore reality, there's nothing you can do about it.
The love of a family is life's greatest blessing
Siblings: children of the same parents, each of whom is perfectly normal until they get together.
When I look at each of my brothers, I see two things. First, I see the next place I want to leave a rosy welt. Second, I see a good man who will always be there, no matter how hard life gets for me or him. Then, I get out of the way because I realize he's coming at me with a wet dish towel.
Never make a companion equal to a brother.
If sisters were free to express how they really feel, parents would hear this: "Give me all the attention and all the toys and send Rebecca to live with Grandma."
The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out of his nose.
Comparison is a death knell to sibling harmony.
Your parents leave you too soon and your kids and spouse come along late, but your siblings know you when you are in your most inchoate form.
Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.
If you want to know how your girl will treat you after marriage, just listen to her talking to her little brother.
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.
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, 'You're tearing up the grass'; 'We're not raising grass,' Dad would reply. 'We're raising boys.'
Having lots of siblings is like having built-in best friends.
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