Quotes About Sisters

Your sisters know what they are about, I dare say, but their measures seem to touch on extremes. I feel that, in any illness, I should be so anxious for professional advice, so very little venturesome for myself, or anybody I loved! But, then, we have been so healthy a family that I can be no judge of what the of self-doctoring may do.

We were the brothers 'holding it down' on the business side of the magazine, but it would have to be the 'sisters,' black women, who let it fly on the editorial side.

And did the biblical Lazarus have a mother? What did she do when he was resurrected? Did he bid her good-bye before he returned to his undeath? Was he the same son to her undead as he was alive? I read that he sailed to Marseilles with his sisters afterward, where he may or may not have died again.

Le suore si rallegravano a vicenda del cambiamento felice; lontane com'erano dall'immaginarne il vero motivo, e dal comprendere che quella nuova virtù non era altro che ipocresia aggiunta all'antiche magagne.

A few of my sisters have the ability to anticipate catastrophe. When the ground beneath your feet turns to mud, you might find a stepping stone they put there years earlier, for no particular reason at the time.

We are the Girls of July; Sisters of summer weather. Summer will live in our hearts When we're no longer together. Summer is always too short. Winter days are long. We will return to July When we sing this song. We'll always be together. We'll be friends forever.

BeastNYC: I'm sorry. Isn't there any way out of the spell, Silent? SilentMaid: My sisters tried to get the Sea Witch to let me out of the spell. They gave her their hair and everything. But she said the only way I could get out of the spell is for me to kill him. Froggie: R U going 2 do it? BeastNYC: Ask Grizzlyguy to help you. He & his gf killed a dwarf. Grizzlyguy: It's not funny, Beast. BeastNYC: I'm sorry, Grizz. Sarcasm is how i deal w/being upset.

I consider my mom and all my sisters my friends.

Paul's prayer is the product of his passion for people. His unaffected fervency in prayer is not whipped-up emotionalism but the overflow of his love for brothers and sisters in Christ Jesus.

Because of all the kinds of love there are out there—romantic, passionate, parental, spousal, brotherly—the love that is touted as most unassailable, complicit, and colluding is the love between sisters.

Sometimes big sisters need looking after too.

I have two sisters, so we watched all of the Disney films. I think I still know the lyrics to them all.

In some ways, siblings, and especially sisters, are more influential in your childhood than your parents.

There is nothing stronger than the American labor movement. United, we cannot and we will not be turned aside. We'll work for it, sisters and brothers. We'll stand for it. Together. Each of us. To bring out the best in America. To bring out the best in ourselves, and each other.

I definitely have a soft spot for women. I was raised by women - my mom and two older sisters. I've been surrounded by estrogen since I was born.

But I'll tell you something: We had a big family discussion about it recently, my two sisters and I, and I pointed out that we all have the same genes as our mother and we're all susceptible to becoming alcoholics.

It's an interesting point about sisters not getting the same attention as parents and children, and even brothers. I suspect it's just because women didn't count that much and weren't the ones writing the accounts.

My parents are a bedrock. And I have three complex, strong, and funny sisters who inspire and sustain me.

Ron was always my favorite character, because I feel like I relate to him, like we've both got red hair, we both like sweets, we've both got lots of brothers and sisters.

Blanche reached out and clung to her sister's hand. Rose felt her thin mittened fingers clutching her own. She knew her sister was beginning to be frightened. But Rose was too caught up in the mystery to be afraid. She strained to hear the enchanted song Bear was listening to. Her heart was pounding, but to the rhythm of a marching drum, not fear. There was a sense of purpose here, and although she did not understand it, she rejoiced to be a part of it.

There is a goddess of Memory, Mnemosyne; but none of Forgetting. Yet there should be, as they are twin sisters, twin powers, and walk on either side of us, disputing for sovereignty over us and who we are, all the way until death.

Hear you, then, the voice of your brothers and sisters, deep as the seas, as timeless, as restless, and as fierce. Tenors spear the clouds with blades that had their keenness from the silversmiths of heaven. Baritones pour gold, and royal contralto mounts to reach the lowest note of garlanded soprano. And under all, basso profundo bends his mighty back to carry all wherever melody shall take them. Sing then, Son of Man, and know that in your voice Almighty God may find His dearest pleasure.

Look, ladies, we've been over this. I don't even remember killing Medusa. I don't remember anything! Can't we just call a truce and talk about your weekly specials? Stheno gave her sister a pouty look, which was hard to do with giant bronze tusks. Can we?

As always, the subject of Bianca lay between them like a loaded gun – deadly, easy to reach, impossible to ignore. 'I mean your other sister, Hazel … she has discovered that one of the Seven will die. She may try to prevent this. In doing so, she may lose sight of her priorities.