Sibling Quotes - Page 3

All of my friends who have younger siblings who are going to college or high school - my number one piece of advice is: You should learn how to program.

Certainly, people can get along without siblings. Single children do, and there are people who have irreparably estranged relationships with their siblings who live full and satisfying lives, but to have siblings and not make the most of that resource is squandering one of the greatest interpersonal resources you'll ever have.

Food was always a big part of my life. My grandfather was one of 14 kids, and his parents had a pasta factory, so as a kid, he and his siblings would sell pasta door to door. After he became a movie producer, he opened up De Laurentiis Food Stores - one in Los Angeles and one in New York.

Comparison is a death knell to sibling harmony.

I am an only child and home-schooled, so I have no siblings or classmates.

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.

When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?

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.

There may or may not be a God or gods; the Siblings do not concern themselves with proving or disproving such a thing. By definition, gods are more powerful than men, and thus quite able to fend for themselves without help.

I have three siblings. My sister makes music. My older brother is a classical conductor, and my younger brother is a mixing engineer.

Many things shaped my identity as a young boy: a strong selfworth (something that was instilled in all three Barrowman siblings by our parents), my immersion in theatre and music, and my DNA. I was born gay. It's not a choice I – or anyone else who is gay – made. If it were, why on earth would anyone choose to be part of a minority, part of a group that in so many cultures and countries, even in the twenty-first century, is regularly blasphemed, hounded and worse?

If you want to do really important things in life and big things in life, you can't do anything by yourself. And your best teams are your friends and your siblings.

Whatever you do they will love you; even if they don't love you they are connected to you till you die. You can be boring and tedious with -sisters, whereas you have to put on a good face with friends.

Your siblings are the only people in the world who know what it's like to have been brought up the way you were.

One of the best things about being an adult is the realization that you can share with your sister and still have plenty for yourself.

I'm more interested in interpersonal relationships - between lovers families, siblings. That's why I write about how we treat each other.

There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young!

I've never had siblings, I didn't grow up in a big family; it was just me and my single mom. And hectic family dysfunction was actually something that I craved.

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.

My parents were liberal intellectuals but even they expected me to stay at home and look after my younger siblings and do the housework.

Your sister is the only creature on earth who shares your heritage, history, environment, DNA, bone structure, and contempt for stupid Aunt Gertie.

My mom's one of 13 siblings, and they all got six kids, and till I was 13 everybody was in Compton.

They say that not matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood.

There's a sort of sibling moratorium when you're establishing yourself as an adult. So much of your energy has to be focused on other things like work and kids. But when people become more settled, siblings tend to regroup because now you're building a new extended family.

My father was the orphaned son of immigrants to the United States from Ireland. My father never knew his parents. His mother died - we're not sure - either at or shortly after his birth, and he and all of his siblings were placed in orphanages in the Boston area.