Brie Larson Quotes

I love kids. I always have. I was an only child until I was 12, and then my sister arrived.

My oldest son's name is Oliver and my second son's name is Walter.

Did you ever have a sister? did you?

My dad named me Dakota and my mom came up with my first name Hannah. So it's Hannah Dakota Fanning.

I was happy as an only child, but I've always wanted to be part of a bigger family.

When I was younger, my sister thought it was funny to pretend to punch me in the face because my mom was concerned about my teeth falling out. They were loose for a long time, and she knocked out my teeth.

I was born in Joliet, Illinois. It was totally Midwestern - small, little house, two great parents, and a sister and a beagle.

I grew up in a family with three brothers and sisters who joined my family through the foster care program, and I also have a sister who joined my family through a faith-based organization.

I have two older sisters.

I have four sisters, three younger sisters, so I've been an older sibling to people before.

Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five.

A sibling is the lens through which you see your childhood.

Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Borrow. Break. Monopolize the bathroom. Are always underfoot. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there. Defending you against all comers.

I'm seventy-five now. I also have the peculiar luck of having a sister and brother who are fourteen and sixteen years older than me. Their health is not good. It couldn't be at that age. But their spirits are. Both my brother and my sister are an example to me.

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

Elder sisters never can do younger ones justice!

Siblings: children of the same parents, each of whom is perfectly normal until they get together.

A younger sister is someone to use as a guinea-pig in trying sledges and experimental go-carts. Someone to send on messages to Mum. But someone who needs you - who comes to you with bumped heads, grazed knees, tales of persecution. Someone who trusts you to defend her. Someone who thinks you know the answers to almost everything.

Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to see your siblings as the people they’ve become. Maybe that’s why we all stay away from each other as a matter of course.

It was the sibling thing, I suppose. I was fascinated by the intricate tangle of love and duty and resentment that tied them together. The glances they exchanged; the complicated balance of power established over decades; the games I would never play with rules I would never fully understand. And perhaps that was key: they were such a natural group that they made me feel remarkably singular by comparison. To watch them together was to know strongly, painfully, all that I'd been missing.

They had nothing to say to each other. A five-year age gap between siblings is like a garden that needs constant attention. Even three months apart allows the weeds to grow up between you.

It's a blessing not to be alone in your grief but it's also painful to see your parents and siblings in pain.

What’s that?” she asked the girl, wrinkling her nose. “Oh, that? That’s just Pillover.” “And what’s a pillover, when it’s at home?” “My little brother.” “Ah, I commiserate. I have several of my own. Dashed inconvenient, brothers.

Fiorito has all the right stuff. His splendid memoir about his relationship with his dying father belongs on that small shelf with Philip Roth's Patrimony and Frank McCourt's Angela's Ashes.