Quotes About Sisters

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 ball.

Norah, her younger sister, had managed to call her in Italy nearly a week ago about their father's heart attack. The connection had been bad and she'd had difficulty hearing, but Norah's sense of urgency had come clearly over the wire. Their father was gravely ill, and Steffie needed to hurry home—something that turned out to be much easier said than done.

The funny thing was that the sisters were hardly nubile, creamy-skinned Lolitas blushing on the bough. In fact, one of them looked like she'd beaten herself with a tire iron during a smallpox-induced hallucination, and the other looked like a close-up photo of a wolf spider.

Aye, well, my mother was their sister, and there were two more sisters, besides. My Auntie Janet is dead, like my mother, but my Auntie Jocasta married a cousin of Rupert's, and lives up near the edge of Loch Eilean Mhor. Auntie Janet had six children, four boys and two girls, Auntie Jocasta had three, all girls, Dougal's got the four girls, Callum has little Hamish only, and my parents had me and my sister, who's named for my Auntie Janet, but we called her Jenny always.

Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer." ? Louise Gluck

My look was even more solidified when I started singing in Greenwich Village with my sister Lucy. We wore matching dresses as the Simon Sisters.

As sisters in Zion, we can be obstacles to the adversary's conspiracy against families and virtue.

In sleep, my sister and I found a common breath. In dreams, we knew the moon.

Between sisters, often, the child's cry never dies down. "Never leave me," it says; "do not abandon me."

Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.

Daughters of the Moon, children of the Night, rise like dew together until the morning's light. The owl's cry is our anthem, our altar is the sky. The Great Mystery is our Mother to whom now, sisters, fly.

Satan, you are the enemy of my soul, and I refuse to allow you to ensnare me in your hidden and baited trap of offense against my brothers and sisters in Christ.

Sisters are probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.

Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.

The only reason god didnt make us sisters is because one mom couldn't handle us both.

Best friends? Haha are you kidding me? More like sisters! Goofy pictures and crazy times. Sisters at heart and partners in crime.

There's a special kind of freedom sisters enjoy. Freedom to share innermost thoughts, to ask a favor, to show their true feelings. The freedom to simply be themselves.

We are best friends because our parents couldnt handle us as sisters.

While we were born sisters, we grew up to be friends.

She had said Sophie was a witch. Oddly enough, Sophie accepted this without any trouble at all. That explained the popularity of certain hats, she thought. It explained Jane Farrier's Count Whatsit. It possibly explained the jealousy of the Witch of the Waste. It was as if Sophie had always known this. But she had thought it was not proper to have a magic gift because she was the eldest of three.

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Of course I recognized it. How could I not, for I had read it goodness knows how many times. 'Jane Eyre,' I said wonderingly. 'You recognized it? Yes, it is. I asked a man in a library. It's by Charlotte someone. She had a lot of sisters, apparently.

Emmeline and Adeline. Unmistakable. Two manes of red hair, two pairs of black shoes; one child in the navy poplin that the Missus had put Emmeline in that morning, the other in green.

There used to be two of us always on the look-out for life, talking to Miss Blossom at night, wondering, hoping; two Bronte-Jane Austen girls, poor but spirited, two Girls of Godsend Castle.