I have boxes of gospel LPs and 78s. The Davis Sisters, the Soul Stirrers, the Pilgrim Travellers. I love all that.
I have got an opportunity to meet various new talents through the country just like the Nandy Sisters. They are so talented, so full of energy.
All three of us – two sisters and a brother – were brought up with an emphasis on academics.
I get in fights with my sister all the time. She comes on the road with me and we fight – like sisters do.
Christianity was literally born in the Middle East, and we must not forget our Middle Eastern brothers and sisters in Christ.
My family is mostly a chosen one. I’ve managed to invite some really amazing people into my life and they become family. Brothers, sisters, siblings, mentors, role models. And I like to live that way, where your family bleeds out into the larger community.
There’s no place for Depeche Mode and the Sisters of Mercy in the music I make with my band. If I was a fan, I wouldn’t want to hear that on a Black Veil Brides record. It was important for me and for the integrity of the band not to tarnish it.
I’ve tried my best to be a good role model for my two younger sisters.
Whether it was Little League or playing with your brothers or sisters, that was always a problem. If I would lose – because I very rarely lost – then everything would go crazy.
I’m a big fan of Brian De Palma’s ‘Sisters,’ and I also love ‘Let The Right One In.’
You have to concentrate on yourself, to look at your own interests. You need fighting spirit. My parents, sisters and trainers helped, but I have fighting spirit.
My dad was a surgeon, my mom a nurse, and they were always out working. I had five sisters and a brother. They didn’t care what I got up to.
Relationships are interesting to me. Not just between men and women, but fathers and sons, brothers and sisters and friends.
Feminism is dated? Yes, for privileged women like my daughter and all of us here today, but not for most of our sisters in the rest of the world who are still forced into premature marriage, prostitution, forced labor – they have children that they don’t want or they cannot feed.
I grew up in a house full of women. I have two older sisters and my mum who is a very strong woman.
I’m indebted to the teachers who shaped me – from the Sisters of St. Joseph at St. Croix Catholic elementary to the monks of St. John’s in Minnesota to my professors at Georgetown.
People label themselves husbands, wives, moms, sisters, and friends before they label themselves Democrats or Republicans.
TLC never broke up. We are sisters for life.
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.
There is a level of appreciation for brothers and sisters in the hood.
Although I don’t come from a musical background, I was given piano lessons along with my sisters, but I wasn’t what you would call a good student. I tended to write songs rather than do scales.
God helping me, I will help my brothers and sisters in Christ, because they are my brothers and sisters.
But I’ll tell you something: We had a big family discussion about it recently, my two sisters and I, and I pointed out that we all have the same genes as our mother and we’re all susceptible to becoming alcoholics.
I can remember dancing around living room with my two sisters to the music of Paganini and Mozart. I can still remember my dad combing the newspaper, circling all the free concerts in town, and on the weekends, we would go as a family.
When you come from a big family, you see that, growing up, you’re learning how to share. Your sisters have got your back; you’re not alone in this – ‘We all support you!’ Your family provides that; it gives you a sense of safety, and it’s a very grounding feeling.
How many years has it taken people to realize that we are all brothers and sisters and human beings in the human race? I mean how many years does it take people to see that? We’re all in this rat race together!
I was a Division I college athlete, and I grew up with five brothers and two sisters. I’ve always been a competitor.
I love my mother, my wife, my sisters very much. I honour and respect them. Women are the keepers of the family.
When I was young, I had two older sisters, and since I was the youngest in my family, my mom took me around with her all the time. I was forever with her when she was having coffee in the middle of the afternoon with her three sisters. And they would talk about men. I absorbed a lot of that.
Five beautiful sisters and two amazing brothers – I’m so grateful for my family.
I’ve come to realize how much it really was a part of my upbringing, the Georgia part. We were away from town. It was just dirt and trees and spouses. And a lot of kids – my cousins, who were all like brothers and sisters to me – just a lot of kids at one time.
As a woman, as a Jew, as a lesbian, as a labor leader in a time of great anti-union animus, I know that other people project their biases on me. But it is nothing like the experience of our African-American brothers and sisters, especially black and brown men and boys.
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.
My sister is a very good actress and when we are working together, we become our characters. We are not sisters then.
The first memory I have was my sisters dancing to the radio when they played records by Benny Goodman and Harry James and of the sort. But the record that got me was a record by Derek Sampson, who was a young guy, called ‘Boogie Express,’ and it was boogie-woogie. Really, it was on fire, and that got me.
For me, stories were brothers, sisters and friends, filling the long hours between childhood and adolescence, holding up a true mirror in which I might find out who I was rather than a distorted reflection of who I was expected to become.
I’m one of 10 children, and all my brothers call me Jim. And all my sisters… well, they call me something even more affectionate. My mother calls me James, and I do what my mother tells me.
My world was a community ballet school, a marching band, my two sisters and my girlfriends. I played saxophone in the band and was a bit nerdy.
All my brothers and sisters are really witty, and I would just sit back and enjoy them.
I have always regarded historical fiction and fantasy as sisters under the skin, two genres separated at birth.
I was the youngest of six, with four older sisters.
I passed the 11-plus and went up to the senior school, where my two older sisters had already gone. I was in the ‘A’ stream, but in the third year, they asked me to give up Latin; no one had ever got 7 per cent before.
I keep my sisters on speed dial.
None of my sisters are in the movies, nor are my nieces going to be. That’s how Dutt ‘sahab,’ my dad, brought up the girls in the family, and I am just carrying his thought forward.
When you are one of six, your brothers and sisters become your best mates.
I’m one of nine sisters. My parents were dairy farmers in Wisconsin. My father didn’t believe in girls doing farm work. Girls did housework, and he hired young men to do farm work. I would have preferred to be outside.
My father’s passing comes with sorrow and grief for me, for my mother, for my brothers, and for my sisters. He was a great fire who burned bright, and we lived in his light and warmth for so very long.
Feed your brothers and sisters simply, graciously, with generous care, and you will secure a place in their heart.
All of my brothers and sisters are very talented. They all sang all right.
People may think that two sisters are always on the same page and that they share a great rapport, but I did not have that sort of an equation with my sister, Shagun. While growing up, I would hate her.
And then I saw this article in ‘Time Out’ magazine for TV presenters, so I went along with my sisters and we did this audition. It was open auditions, it was just a fun day out, but there were maybe 600 people there or something. It was just crazy.
I was raised by a lady that was crippled all her life but she did everything for me and she raised me. She washed our clothes, cooked our food, she did everything for us. I don’t think I ever heard her complain a day in her life. She taught me responsibility towards my brother and sisters and the community.
I have two younger sisters and I’m such an advocate of owning who you are as a person. Don’t be ashamed or intimidated. Never feel like you are not amazing.
My sisters are my favorite people on earth.
I have 10 brothers and sisters. My mother raised us because my father died when I was 8.
A lot of my heartbreak songs are inspired by things my sisters are going through, or friends.
Both within the family and without, our sisters hold up our mirrors: our images of who we are and of who we can dare to be.
I don’t want our white working class sisters and brothers to feel as though their pain is not important because it is. But at the same time, I want my white sisters and brothers to understand that when we talk about income and wealth inequality, that disproportionately African Americans suffer a little more.
