Sleep and Death are brothers. [ Diogenes ]
No distance breaks the tie of blood:
Brothers are brothers evermore;
Nor wrong, nor wrath of deadliest mood,
That magic may o'erpower. [ Keble ]
Take-it-easy and Live-long are brothers. [ German Proverb ]
The wrath of brothers is fierce and devilish. [ Proverb ]
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss! [ Burns ]
Fathers alone a father's heart can know,
What secret tides of still enjoyment flow,
When brothers love, but if their hate succeeds,
They wage the war, but 'tis the father bleeds. [ Young ]
It is chance that makes brothers, but hearts that make friends.
He that goes to church with brothers-in-law, comes back without kindred. [ Proverb ]
There is a German proverb which says that Take-it-Easy and Live-Long are brothers. [ Bovee ]
Those glorious days, when man said to man, Let us be brothers, or I will knock you down
. [ Le Brun ]
We tell the ladies that good wives make good husbands; I believe it is a more certain position that good brothers make good sisters. [ Johnson ]
Be sad, good brothers, for, by my faith, it very well becomes you: sorrow so royally in you appears, that I will deeply put the fashion on. [ William Shakespeare ]
Instead of having answers
on a math test, they should just call them impressions
and it you got a different impression
so what, can't we all be brothers? [ Jack Handey, Deep Thoughts ]
Great men, though far above us, are felt to be our brothers; and their elevation shows us what vast possibilities are wrapped up in our common humanity. They beckon us up the gleaming heights to whose summits they have climbed. Their deeds are the woof of this world's history. [ Moses Harvey ]
The love of a mother is never exhausted; it never changes, it never tires. A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands; but a mother's love endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute, in the face of the world's condemnation, a mother still loves on, and still hopes that her child may turn from his evil ways, and repent; she still remembers the infant smiles that once filled her bosom with rapture, the merry laugh, the joyful shout of Iris childhood, the opening promise of his youth; and she can never be brought to think him all unworthy. [ W. Irving ]