Best 7 quotes in «sibling love quotes» category

And, actually, I was feeling pretty good at the time. My brothers were like individual rays of sunshine that had come crashing into my room to drive out the fragments of Despair. For a few minutes, everything was golden. And everything was okay.

One foot after another; he tried to keep his mind clear. But a thought broke his concentration- Sophia. Once he left London, he would never be able to see her again. Nick did not identify his feelings for her as love, because he knew himself to be incapable of that emotion. But he was conscious of a rip in his soul, a sense that to leave her for good would mean the loss of the fragment of decency he still possessed. She was the only person on earth who still cared for him, who would continue to care, no matter what he did.

Yes, some people are against you, and there's still more OCD things we haven't discussed. But you're not a freak. Whenever you feel comfortable confiding in me, I'm here. Except when I'm unconscious, but I think you get that.

We found out yesterday that Robert has won the Drama Desk Award for Possessed, a huge Broadway honor. Jeff—who is over the moon about it—is planning a fiftieth birthday party/award celebration. Of course I have to be there . . . and of course Calvin will be, too. No way am I going solo. I need major reinforcements, and nobody makes me laugh harder than Davis. “I know where this is going,” he says once I’ve explained the situation. He lets out a long sigh. “Does this mean I need to get a plane ticket and rent a tux?” “Well yeah, because I want my date to look hot.” “That is some Flowers in the Attic stuff, Holls. Don’t be weird.

Were you close?" She nodded. "Losing our parents at a young age drew us together." Lucien tensed, scanning her face. She looked away. "He lingered for three weeks before he died. He was twenty-nine." "I'm sorry," he whispered. She gazed at him for a long moment as though sizing him up while the wind riffled through their hair and clothes. Then she smiled wryly. "Don't be. If Phillip were alive, he would have challenged you to a duel and shot you dead for all of this." "Ah," he said in chagrin as she turned away with a chiding smile and walked on.

A scream. Not from Rose, who has covered her mouth. Not from Fran, smothered beneath the weight of him. The sound stops Frankie. He crawls over his daughter's body to hide in the shadow of the wall. Fran staggers away. A moment passes before he follows her inside, ducking low as if the sky will fall and crush him. Rose is reminded of a chimpanzee at the circus. In the kitchen, Frankie is rinsing the buckle under the cold tap. He doesn't look up, but he senses Rose at the door. He runs his finger along the brass tongue. Fetch Dolores to me, is all he will say. But she won't. She won't let him have her.

Do you remember the rabbits? I ask, keeping her. A short, thick-sounding No. Luca used to be a good liar. You must! There were dozens. He'd buy them as presents- I don't remember, she says, turning away, Understand me, Dolores, I don't remember One Single Thing. The rain and the cage and Luca standing in the garden, denying everything. The heaving in me comes out as a shout. Well I do! You and Rose, locking me in there. Shame on you, Luca! She faces me. In the twilight, her own sickness shines like a jewel. Luca closes her eyes; she's tired of not remembering. Dol, we were letting you out, she says.