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“I don't feel the need to explain my actions to her. I don't clarify, I don't doubt, I don't worry. I don't tell her everything, not anymore, but I tell her more than anyone else, by far. I tell her as much as I can.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“What follows is the first in a collection of tales, primarily of one tixie family, who recorded their exploits more than two thousand years ago. Originally written in their own language, these stories have been translated into modern English for the first time.”
― Jack Borden, The Vultures of Doom

“I think if you wanted a peaceful marriage and orderly household, you should have proposed to any one of the well-bred simpletons who've been dangled in front of you for years. Ivo's right: Pandora is a different kind of girl. Strange and marvelous. I wouldn't dare predict-" She broke off as she saw him staring at Pandora's distant form. "Lunkhead, you're not even listening. You've already decided to marry her, and damn the consequences."
"It wasn't even a decision," Gabriel said, baffled and surly. "I can't think of one good reason to justify why I want her so bloody badly."
Phoebe smiled, gazing toward the water. "Have I ever told you what Henry said when he proposed, even knowing how little time we would have together? 'Marriage is far too important a matter to be decided with reason.' He was right, of course."
Gabriel took up a handful of warm, dry sand and let it sift through his fingers. "The Ravenels will sooner weather a scandal than force her to marry. And as you probably overheard, she objects not only to me, but the institution of marriage itself."
"How could anyone resist you?" Phoebe asked, half-mocking, half-sincere.
He gave her a dark glance. "Apparently she has no problem. The title, the fortune, the estate, the social position... to her, they're all detractions. Somehow I have to convince her to marry me despite those things." With raw honesty, he added, "And I'm damned if I even know who I am outside of them."
"Oh, my dear..." Phoebe said tenderly. "You're the brother who taught Raphael to sail a skiff, and showed Justin how to tie his shoes. You're the man who carried Henry down to the trout stream, when he wanted to go fishing one last time." She swallowed audibly, and sighed. Digging her heels into the sand, she pushed them forward, creating a pair of trenches. "Shall I tell you what your problem is?"
"Is that a question?"
"Your problem," his sister continued, "is that you're too good at maintaining that façade of godlike perfection. You've always hated for anyone to see that you're a mere mortal. But you won't win this girl that way." She began to dust the sand from her hands. "Show her a few of your redeeming vices. She'll like you all the better for it.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Spring

“He tells you to play, so you play. He tells you to curtsy, so you curtsy. He tells you what you are meant to do and what you are meant not to do, so you do and you do not. He tells you not to be angry, so you smile, you turn your eyes down, you are quiet and do exactly as he says in the hopes that this is what he wants, then one night you realise that you have given him so much of yourself that you are nothing but the curtsy and the smile and the quiet. That you are nothing.”
― Marie Lu, The Kingdom of Back

“Losing a sibling is missing the one person who you could truly be yourself with.”
― Anoir Ou-Chad

“The love of sibling is the most unconditional love of all. It is pure and loyal. A love without demand, without expectations or pretense.”
― Anoir Ou-Chad

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It was a sharp whisper to reinstate the silence and Max did not know what kind of
acerbic retort waited on the other side of his stilted pause. Kevin had never snapped at
him before, but there was a part of him that thought it would happen today.
His brother turned to face him, his deep blue eyes lined with tears and burning with
anguish. “You’re my brother,� he said, his voice low and unsteady. “You already
know how I feel…and I know how you feel…so there’s no need to talk about this.
And if you mention his name again, I’m gonna ask you leave.�
Max nodded. That wasn’t the verbal lashing he was expecting but it made him
understand his role in the situation. Kevin hadn’t played video games all day for the
entertainment. He had done it for the distraction. And he hadn’t allowed Max to sit in
his room for so long because he intended to open up. He had kept Max there because
he wanted the silent comfort, the pillar of strength only a brother could provide. - Kevin to Max”
― Jacqueline Francis - Wanting to Remember, Trying to Forget

“NOBODY pulls a knife on my little brother.”
― A.J. Sky, Icestorm

“The love of siblings is the most unconditional love of all. It is pure and loyal. A love without demand, without expectations or pretense.”
― Anoir Ou-Chad

“I miss our bedroom talks. I miss the nights when we'd stay awake for hours being silly. I miss Sunday mornings when I crawled into her bed, the two of us side by side, whispering dreams and secrets, our bare mosquito-bitten legs tangled in bedsheets, knobby knees pressed together as we curled around each other in laughter.”
― Susie Newman, Eating Yellow Paint

“Why are your siblings so important to you? Because I came into this world a sibling, they were my first friends, the first persons I fought with, the first persons who taught me forgiveness, the ones who activated my protective instincts, the first persons to love me unconditionally apart from my parents. They are also the most cherished gifts that my parents gave to me.”
― Tilicia Haridat

“Our friends are siblings we discover, while our siblings are friends gifted to us by fate.”
― John Joclebs Bassey, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“The two brothers looked so alike now and their faces seemed to ripple under the weight of powerful emotions. Hatred, love, violence and fear. The crowd stepped back to form a circle, as though they might be caught between falling buildings.”
― Peadar Ó Guilín, The Volunteer

“She knew why she had Gerry on her mind, why she was spotting his likeness in the faces of strange little boys. They'd been close once, the pair of them, but things had changed when he was seventeen. He'd come to stay with Laurel in London on his way up to Cambridge (a full scholarship, as Laurel told everyone she knew, sometimes those she didn't), and they'd had fun- they always did. A daytime session of Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and then dinner from the curry house down the road. Later, riding a delectable tikka masala high, the two of them had climbed out through the bathroom window, dragging pillows and a blanket after them, and shared a joint on Laurel's roof.
The night was especially clear- stars, more stars than usual, surely?- and down on the street, the distant easy warmth of other people's revelry. Smoking made Gerry unusually garrulous, which was fine with Laurel because it made her wondrous. He'd been trying to explain the origins of everything, pointing to star clusters and galaxies and making explosion gestures with his delicate, febrile hands, and Laurel had been squinting and making the stars blur and bend, letting his words run together like water. She'd been lost in a current of nebulas and penumbras and supernovas and hadn't realized his monologue was ended until she heard him say, "Lol," in that pointed way people have when they've already said the word more than once.”
― Kate Morton, The Secret Keeper

“Her grip tightened; their eyes met. "I warn you, the road leads through darkness."
Sahsa said, "Then we will go through darkness sister.”
― Katherine Arden, Winternight Trilogy

“Finners!" Frannie shouted. "Get some pants on and gird those loins. Mom is coming.”
― Kiki Burrelli, Finding Finn

“Pete, this is Finn, my brother. His joy in life is making everything ridiculous. This is his boyfriend Marcus who looks scary and acts scary and is kind of scary but would also like tear someone's head off for you.”
― Alice Winters, How to Defy a Vampire

“And honestly. Offering to murder Blake, shock value aside, didn’t take much of the bloom off the rose for me. That seemed like such a sensible, normal reaction to Blake’s existence. Most people who’d met him and many who hadn’t had no doubt considered it.”
― Eliot Grayson, The Alpha Contract

“Third children are the worst. They have to be. It's science. To stop the world from overpopulating, the third child always has to be the catalyst to make parents stop reproducing.”
― Saxon James, Possessive Puckboy