Quotes About Sisters

May the two of you walk the shore side by side sharing sister stories for many years to come.

Even the ramparts of reputation, and ambition, and social position couldn't erase the love of sisters, their bond with one another.

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 as a pulse.

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.

sisters are friends as well. Sisters are special friends.

You came here a fighter, Maddie. Maybe you'd lost a round or two, but you were on your feet. You want to stay in Lucky Harbor? Fight for it. You want a relationship with your sisters? Fight for it. What about you? What about a relationship with you? He pulled back to look into her face as if memorizing her features. His voice, when he spoke, was low and gravelly with emotion. I'm already yours. Always have been. All you have to do is step into the ring.

Sisters are the true friends who ask how you are, and then wait to hear the answer.

I don't want to scare the guests with a big old guard dog," Tara protested. "Safety is far more important than worrying about what anyone else thinks," Sawyer told her. "You're right, of course." Tara looked at her sisters. "We'll think about both an alarm and a dog." "We can borrow Izzy from Jax," Maddie said. "Sure," Tara said. "And she can lick the next bad guy to death.

My momma always said that two rattlesnakes living in the same hole will get along better than two sisters. So I had three daughters to improve the odds.

We're sisters. Sisters are supposed to tell." "Yes, but I'm the oldest." She went into some complicated upside-down yoga pose. "Oldest sisters are supposed to be perfect." "Says who?" "Older sisters.

now Chloe, Tara, and Maddie were real sisters instead of strangers. Friends, even.

Suspicacia y supervivencia son hermanas gemelas, así que perder una supone despedirse de la otra.

Once upon a time there were two sisters. One of them was really, really strong, and one of them wasn't.' You looked at me. 'Your turn.' I rolled my eyes. 'The strong sister went outside into the rain and realized the reason she was strong was because she was made out of iron, but it was raining and she rusted. The end.' No, because the sister who wasn't strong went outside into the rain when it was raining, and hugged her really tight until the sun came out again.

I miss being silly with my sisters...

Terrorist activity is continually recurring in various parts of the world, sowing death and destruction and plunging many of our brothers and sisters into grief and despair

Anne's smile was as sweet as poison. 'What matter? So long as it is a Boleyn girl?' 'I didn't want you to come back to court to be my rival,' I said sulkily. 'I was born to be your rival,' she said simply. 'And you mine. We're sisters aren't we?

For a moment we glared at each other, stubborn as cats on the stable wall, full of mutual resentment and something darker, the old sense between sisters that there is only really room in the world for one girl. The sense that every fight could be to the death.

I think that all of them must have lost their minds and have forgotten everything we were to each other. I said that they were no sisters to me, that I would forget them. But they have gone further than this: they have become my enemies.

your sisters are the keepers of your memories and hopes for the future.

Whatever did girls do without sisters?

You know, Jean, maybe it's a good thing we had all girls. If those Hatford boys belonged to us, we'd be in a mental ward.

Wait til Halloween! That was the battle cry these days, except that neither Caroline nor her sisters were sure exactly how Halloween would change things.

What their parents didn't understand was that Caroline and her sisters could no more go without getting even than they could go without breathing. In fact, half the fun of getting even was to see what the boys would think up next, just so Caroline, Beth, and Eddie could get even all over again. They'd never had so much excitement back in Ohio.

She told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then I'll be able to help my sisters get ready for the bal." "It's Christmas, Dashiel. Can't you give that atitude a rest?" "Merry Christmas, Dad. And thanks for the presents." "What presents?" "I'm sorry—those were all from Mom, weren't they?