Quotes About Sisters

Ignorance and Fear are twin sisters. They are generally found together.

Poor sisters—yea, I love you as I pity you, For your unsatiated thirsts and anguished sighs, And for the vials of love within your hearts so true.

Sisters. Only a sister knows how to comfort a sister. Period. End of story. Men can give us a hug or pat us on the back, but only a girl will get another girl off her feet to face the rain.

I got her to laugh and she got me to laugh because that is what sisters do for each other in the depths of their despair --- they cry, they laugh, sing, fight and then go see a movie, in that order.

It is not bravery for a man to beat his wife. I know a man and his wife must quarrel; there is no abomination in that. Even brothers and sisters from the same womb disagree; how much more two strangers. No, you may quarrel, but let it not end in fighting.

And in the end, of course, a true war story is never about war. It's about sunlight. It's about the special way that dawn spreads out on a river when you know you must cross the river and march into the mountains and do things you are afraid to do. It's about love and memory. It's about sorrow. It's about sisters who never write back and people who never listen.

It's about love and memory. It's about sorrow. It's about sisters who never write back and people who never listen.

Frieda came toward us, her brown stockings straining at the knees because she had tucked the toe under to hide a hole in the foot.

Ajax blinked. Then he looked swiftly into her face. In her words, in her voice, was a sound he knew well. For the first time he saw the green ribbon. He looked around and saw the gleaming kitchen and the table set for two and detected the scent of the nest. Every hackle on his body rose, and he knew that very soon she would, like all of her sisters before her, put him to the death-knell question Where you been? His eyes dimmed with a mild and momentary regret.

Honor everyone. Lovea the brothers and sisters.b Fear God.c Honor the emperor.

Drop Sisters.

The sisters were stuck in approximately chapter nine of the book of their lives. It was the chapter in which they discover themselves lost in the woods, and it's dusk, and they can either turn back and retrace their steps or keep walking. And everyone except them knows that they should turn back. So they keep walking.

When I was at home, I felt loved and safe. My sisters were always a safe haven for me. I knew they would always play with me and make me feel like I was one of them.

I'm thrilled to continue my partnership with U by Kotex for Generation Know while helping to empower girls. I've always been a motivational resource for my younger sisters and hope I can positively impact and inspire other young girls too.

You are blood. You are sisters. No man can break that bond.

I was really glad when my former crush, Tracey, joined the show. She looked a lot like my sisters and it wasn't long before I started treating her like one.

Sisters-the ones we share last names with and the ones we choose-are the lining of every woman's soul.

The truth is that a lot of these men don't know how to relate to lovers, so they only view women as sisters or mothers. It truly grieves me! I feel so bad for all these daughters who are awakened for love, but are living among boy/men who are asleep to manhood.

How many men are stupid enough to dump two Emerson girls?" Dad asked. "Too bad we're not mobbed up. We could have his body dumped in the Farmington River.

Karigan didn't think the sisters had gotten the better end of the deal, but this wasn't one of her father's bargaining sessions.

I don't know why it's so easy for me to forget how much I love her. We start fighting, and…" "Sisters.

Ruth's story helped me see that neither I nor any of God's daughters belong on the sidelines, while our brothers build his kingdom without us. He means for us to work alongside our brothers, and he is doing great things through his daughters, even though we, like Ruth and Naomi, may never live to see the full significance of our contributions.

We were talking about the prince,' Sansa said, her voice soft as a kiss. Arya knew which prince she meant: Joffrey, of course. The tall, handsome one. Sansa got to sit with him at the feast. Arya had to sit with the little fat one. Naturally.

I will not deny that Bael's exploit inspired mine own . . . but I did not steal either of your sisters that I recall. Bael wrote his own songs, and lived them. I only sing the songs that better men have made.