I come here tonight as a sister, blessed with a brother who is my mentor, my protector and my lifelong friend. And I come here as a wife who loves my husband and believes he will be an extraordinary president.
My brother and I have too good a relationship to spoil it by working together.
My dad was a produce man. He worked in grocery stores for 35 years. My mom just babysat kids and raised us. I have four sisters and one brother. I’m the baby.
I loved Martin Luther King more than a brother.
I have a younger brother and sister who actually play in my band, and we were always into Disney music, big time. The first time I heard myself sing was when I recorded myself singing a Disney song. I remember it because it was awful, and I didn’t expect to hear that. I think it was ‘A Whole New World’ from ‘Aladdin.’
Growing up, my brother and I were begging for attention.
My brother and I moved out to Hollywood initially to be a band, and where we lived, there was crime all over with my brother and I being the victims sometimes.
Zac Efron is like a brother who’s just goofy and crazy. He plays a lot of practical jokes.
I can’t remember a time when my mom didn’t work. She has forever been on the move: a go-getter. When my brother Adel and I had a paper route as kids, my mom would get up before us at the crack of dawn to drop off the Washington Post at different corners.
Would we not do well to have the pleasing of God as our motive rather than to try to elevate ourselves above our brother and outdo another?
Nothing can stop me from loving my brother.
I used to watch ‘Coming to America’ every day after school. I have full-on long-running inside jokes with friends and family about different scenes in that movie alone. Also, my brother and I loved ‘The Golden Child,’ so, yeah: I was a huge fan of Eddie Murphy growing up.
Praised be You, my Lord, with all Your creatures, especially Sir Brother Sun, Who is the day through whom You give us light. And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendour; of You, Most High, he bears the likeness.
The most dangerous word in any human tongue is the word for brother. It’s inflammatory.
I followed in my brother’s footsteps. I used to wake up at 5 a.m, and wait for him to complete his cricket practice just so I could play the 10-15 balls pitched to me at the end.
When I was three, I ran over my brother, David. Hed just been born, everybody was paying him attention and being the narcissist that I am, I ran him over with my tricycle.
There was no music at all during my childhood. The first time we heard music was when my eldest brother bought a tape recorder. Even then, only he was allowed to touch it. But in our house, we listened to legends such as Muhammad Rafi, Mehdi Hasan, Noor Jehan, Attaullah Khan Esakhelvi.
I heard my brother’s voice even though we were apart. I then answered the phone and found him on the line.
I find Jesus my confidant and companion, brother and savior; our relationship is intimate, vulnerable, demanding yet comfortable and reassuring.
Religion and gods and beliefs – for me, it all comes down to your brother. And your brother might be the brother in your family, or it might be the guy next to you in the foxhole – it’s about human connections.
We are a rugby family really. My dad and both granddads played rugby. Dad was good, on his way to Bath until he broke his leg. My brother Harry got an invitation to go and play for Bristol. I go and watch Sale Sharks and have been to Twickenham a few times.
My brother works at Weetabix in Kettering. That was taken over, there were redundancies. My other brother is a builder who has lost jobs, lost work. Football is not immune from that, it just happens to be in more of a spotlight.
I want to write something so simple, so short and so silly… and I want it to be for my brother.
I’d pull my little brother on our motorcycle on an inner tube behind it. We would go fishing, we would hunt some, growing up.
Before Angelina Jolie became a humanitarian, she was best known for wearing a vial of blood around her neck and kissing her brother.
My parents never forced things on my brother and me: not our faith, not our sports, not our friends. Yet they taught us about surrounding ourselves with the right people: the kind of people we want to be.
I was at the tail end of the family. The next brother along was already seven years older than me. I remember growing up by myself, playing games by myself.
I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.
I was a nut for Dostoevsky. You can tell a lot from what people read between those ages. My brother was a Steinbeck freak and now he lives in a little village in New Hampshire and he’s a baker.
My parents did a great job of raising me and my brother. Very supportive parents.
I don’t like to design single objects. I like my pieces to have a relationship to each other. They can be mother and child, like the Schmoo salt and pepper shakers, or brother and sister like the Birdie salt and peppers, or cousins, like most of my dinnerware sets.
All of my friends are like, ‘Look at me when I was a little kid. I was so cute!’ and it’s a picture of them in a tutu. I’m so terrified to show them my pictures, because it’s me in boy shorts and a ponytail and my brother’s shirt.
I change so many houses and places where I live; I change them like I change socks. I don’t have this absolute, kind of, how you say, attachment. My brother, if he just has to go to holiday to sleep in different bed, for him it is a disaster. I can sleep under this table or in a five-star hotel; I don’t care.
‘O Brother, Where Art Thou?’ was this role that utterly fell into my lap and changed my life.
I refused to conform to an image that a lot of people thought a president’s brother should adopt.
Then I got together with my brother and a friend and we decided to play dates. The more we played, the more we wanted to do it. And it got to a stage where we wanted to do it all the time.
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.
No one can complain about earning good money, but for me, it’s being able to help my family out, put my brother and sister through school, take my family on holiday. That’s where I get the biggest buzz, not buying a pair of £500 shoes.
Big Brother sounded like a silly stunt and that’s what it is.
My brother is a policeman; my sister’s an English teacher. When I hear what they make versus what I make, it’s ridiculous.
I had older brothers, and I don’t think there’s anything worse than an older brother. They pretty much told me the end of everything they got to see before I did.
From about eight years old I was always making things on the sewing machine. Friends would see me making dresses and costumes, and I’d use difficult fabrics such as Lycra and elastic. But you know, my dad was creative and my brother is inventive too.
I was myself brought up with my brother, whose name was Matthias, for he was my own brother, by both father and mother; and I made mighty proficiency in the improvements of my learning, and appeared to have both a great memory and understanding.
Mum left school at 15, and after a few years of modelling and dating jazz musicians, was married by 21 to my father, Mike Taylor, a journalist on the ‘Daily Mirror.’ They had my brother and me pretty quickly and had split up by the time I was two. I don’t really have any memories of them as a couple.
My father has been the real anchor of the family. He’s the one who has always encouraged my mother, my brother and me.
The best thing about having your brother in the same sport as you means you can go out and train together every day, and we can push each other on. That’s something many of our rivals don’t have when training day in day out.
My brother said ‘I want to start acting,’ and me and my sister just said, ‘Oh we’ll try it, we’ll see.’ It was just one of those things – we were just like, ‘Oh, we’ll see what happens.’
I think I’ve always been somebody, since the deaths of my father and brother, who was afraid to hope. So, I was more prepared for failure and for rejection than for success.
My brother is 10 years older than me, so whatever he listened to is what I listened to, and it was all rap.
My sister and my brother, of whom I have not spoken before, were considerably older than I; it seemed almost as if we belonged to different generations.
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.
Drake’s my little brother; I love him to death, and he’s family-oriented.
So far we have not convinced the Chinese authorities. My own brother was refused a visa on what was probably my last chance of seeing him when he was going around the world on a tour. Scott Nearing was similarly refused.
My brother was a huge Tim Kerr fan. He loved the way Kerr would power to the net, and he related to that playing style.
I have a real passion for children. I always wanted to teach and only became an athlete because my parents told my brother Parenthesis and me that we should use any God-given talent we had.
