I have cried over myself a hundred times this summer, she thought, I have wept over my big feet and my skinny legs and my nose, I have even cried over my stupid shoes, and now when I have true sadness there are no tears left.
Betsy ByarsStichwörter: loss sadness tears self-pity grief brothers
Shards of emotional green shot through Talen’s golden eyes. “He did it for my mate. Eating a virus that might kill him. For my mate.” A pebble skipped across the cement when Talen kicked it. “I don’t know whether to hug him or punch him in the face.”
Dage grinned. “Hell. It’s Kane. Do both.”
Talen returned the grin, then quickly sobered.
Stichwörter: brothers
She had always wanted a brother. And she had one now. Sebastian. It was like always wanting a puppy and being a hellhound instead.
Cassandra ClareStichwörter: brothers clary-fray sebastian-morgenstern
Nicely done, brother," said Gabriel from the bed, blinking sleepy green eyes at Gideon.
Gideon threw a scone at him.
Stichwörter: brothers gabriel-lightwood gideon-lightwood
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.
Dan PearceStichwörter: brothers brotherhood brotherly-love brother
You're a great brother. You give us a heart attack worrying about your heart attack, which you didn't even have the decency to have!
Groucho MarxStichwörter: brothers marx-brothers groucho-marx
It's been my experience that only children never learn when to keep their fucking traps shut. An older brother would have beat that out of you.
Adrian McKintyStichwörter: brothers siblings talking only-children
[S]isters could do a great deal for their brothers, if they would.
Isabella MacDonald AldenStichwörter: relationships brothers sisters siblings
Mum used to say we were the same soul split in two and walking around on four legs. It seems unnatural being born together and then dying apart.
Melodie RamoneStichwörter: life-experience brothers novel twins
The world is a wide place where we stumble like children learning to walk. The world is a bright mosaic where we learn like children to see, where our little blurry eyes strive greedily to take in as much light and love and colour and detail as they can.
The world is a coaxing whisper when the wind lips the trees, when the sea licks the shore, when animals burrow into earth and people look up at the sympathetic stars. The world is an admonishing roar when gales chase rainclouds over the plains and whip up ocean waves, when people crowd into cities or intrude into dazzling jungles.
What right have we to carry our desperate mouths up mountains or into deserts? Do we want to taste rock and sand or do we expect to make impossible poems from space and silence? The vastness at least reminds us how tiny we are, and how much we don't yet understand. We are mere babes in the universe, all brothers and sisters in the nursery together. We had better learn to play nicely before we're allowed out..... And we want to go out, don't we? ..... Into the distant humming welcoming darkness.
Stichwörter: love animals children silence stars universe darkness light sea trees space play brothers ocean mountains eyes sisters poems cities deserts see colour nursery walk mouths babes jungles
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