Quotes About Sisters

Later that evening, I found the sisters stretched out like cats in front of the woodstove. "It used to be that whenever I passed a mirror, I'd look at my face," Gretchen said, blowing out a mouthful of cigarette smoke. "Now I just check to see if my nipples line up.

My sisters and I refuse to feel bad about shopping. And why should we? Obviously we have some hole we're trying to fill, but doesn't everyone? And isn't filling it with berets the size of toilet-seat covers, if not more practical, then at least healthier than filling it with frosting or heroin or unsafe sex with strangers?

It was my first clue that atheists are my brothers and sisters of a different faith, and every word they speak speaks of faith. Like

When we love God, love our brothers and sisters, and love ourselves, our Maker is pleased.

Now he was only a short day's ride from the capital and worried about what he would find. Akiko, the elder of his two sisters, had married an official during his absence and moved away, but Yoshiko was still at home. He tried to imagine his mother ill, her fierce strength gone, and

It was the sisters down at Good Fred's, where I would get my hair permed, who convinced me. "Ice, baby, you better do this. You better take this opportunity to be in a movie.

Oh, Poe, yes. I was reading Poe when I was in Savannah, when I was ten, and scaring myself to death. Scaring my brothers and sisters to death, too.

At my grade school, the Sisters of St. Joseph made me hate Communists, then intolerance, and finally everything that could break the charmed pattern of our lives.

My mother had her dresses made. In those days in Chile, the early '70s, people had dressmakers make their things. With the leftovers, my sister and I always had a matching outfit. She had an outfit, we had the mini version. That was the very late '60s, early '70s way to dress your kids.

My sister and I, fortunately, have been in this business for a very long time. Ever since we were 11. Throughout those years, people have always wanted to know our dynamic.

I was the eldest daughter with these four beautiful younger sisters with ringlets and pretty faces, and I used to dress them up in Victorian clothes and take them out for the day and pretend they were mine.

My sister and I were not allowed expensive clothes. We so badly wanted these Fila sneakers as kids, but my mother took us down to the flea market and got imitation ones. Look at the early Destiny's Child videos. You'll see.

Some useful advice for all of my Asian-American brothers and sisters - never go paint-balling with a Vietnam veteran.

Daisy gave her a speaking glance, and her sister grinned. "Never fear," Lillian continued, "eventually we will succeed in infiltrating London society, and then we'll marry Lord Heavydebts and Lord Shallowpockets, and finally assume our places as ladies of the manor.

There's another matter I need to discuss," he said eventually, sitting up again. "I can't, in good conscience, turn Theo's sisters out of the only home they've ever known." One of his brows arched as he saw her expression. "Yes, I have a conscience. It's been abused and neglected for years, but even so, it occasionally manages to be a nuisance.

The Ravenel temper," Pandora said with a sage nod, and whispered theatrically, "we have it too." "Our older sister Helen is the only one who doesn't," Cassandra added. "Nothing provokes her," Pandora said. "We've tried ever so often, but it never works.

Lillian and Daisy were sisters from New York. Their family, the Bowmans, were astonishingly, vulgarly, almost unimaginably wealthy, having made their fortune with a soap manufacturing business. They had no good blood, no manners, and no social patrons. Lillian was a fiercely loving friend, but also strong-willed and bossy. And Daisy was a dreamer who often fretted that real life was never quite as interesting as the novels she read so voraciously.

Maybe he should marry. At the age of thirty-one, it was high time to take a wife and sire children. There were dozens of eligible young women here, all blue-blooded and well-bred. Marrying one of them would help to advance him socially. He considered the Ravenel sisters. The oldest, Helen, had married Rhys Winterborne, and Lady Pandora had married Lord St. Vincent this morning. But there was one sister left . . . Pandora's twin, Cassandra.

Sisters, as you know, also have a unique relationship. This is the person who has known you your entire life, who should love you and stand by you no matter what, and yet it's your sister who knows exactly where to drive the knife to hurt you the most.

Sisters, as you know, also have a unique relationship. This is the person who has known you your entire life, who should love you and stand by you no matter what, and yet it's your sister who knows exactly where to drive the knife to hurt you the most.

May and I are sisters. We'll always fight, but we'll always make up as well. That's what sisters do: we argue, we point out each other's frailties, mistakes, and bad judgment, we flash the insecurities we've had since childhood, and then we come back together. Until the next time.

But the love of sisters needs no words. It does not depend on memories, or mementos, or proof. It runs as deep as a heartbeat. It is as ever present a s a pulse.

Sisters are created not by blood but by love.

Even the ramparts of reputation, and ambition, and social position couldn't erase the love of sisters, their bond with one another. Suddenly, the barriers that created their need for hidden lives and secret meeting places seem almost as cruel as those of brokered adoptions, altered paperwork, and forced separations.