Quotes About Sisters

The daughters are tired of kissing each other, although some are not.

These are your sisters and the GIs are your brothers and we expect you to treat them as such. Win this war with your decency. Because we are Americans. And this is what Americans do.

Irene threw her things into the back of the truck and pressed in beside them. The Allies were beating the Germans back across the Siegfried Line. Atrocities were scattered throughout the Ardennes. But she was back with her Sisters. Heading east, following Patton and his warriors into the heart of Hitler's empire.

The four Daughters stood together, their moon amulets glistening. Seen through a veil of fog, they appeared spectral. "Goddesses," Lambert whispered, his eyes afire. "You look ravishing. I'm not sure which one of you I will destroy tonight." "No chance," Catty answered with a wicked grin. Her eyes dilated as if energy were building inside her.

Heart agitated with remains of former passion is most susceptible to a new one...How unpardonable would it have been in you to have been a blockhead. ...Abigail knew no amount of largess could repay her sisters for their attention to her children.

Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. (James 1:2–4)

Victory is possible, sisters, not by figuring out how to make this an easy process, but by choosing - over and over and over again - the absolute power available through God's truth.

Yet I still remember how our white suffragist sisters barred us from attending their conventions in 1901 and 1903.

Elizabeth and her younger sisters, Claude and Marguerite, followed their mother's example.

For the colonel's lady an' Judy O'Grady Are sisters under their skins.

The worst feeling is being left out by your sisters.

I could imagine my half-sisters with their long golden hair and painted eyes, bent on pretty knees.

All, however, are woven by these three Sisters-thought, action and desire- with which the ignorant build walls of mud and bricks of slime between themselves and truth; while the pure of heart weave from these radiant threads garments of celestial beauty.

never would I be able to love my Sisters as You love them, unless You, O my Jesus, loved them in me.

There is some strange sense in which distance and closeness are sisters, the two sides of the one experience. Distance awakens longing; closeness is belonging. Yet they are always in a dynamic interflow with each other. When we fix or locate them definitively, we injure our growth. It is an interesting imaginative exercise to interchange them: to consider what is near as distant and to consider the distant as intimate.

I'm a very stubborn woman and I'm from a very stubborn family of headstrong women. I have sisters, so the women rule the coop in my house.

We're all a big hippie family so I got five sisters and a bunch of different mothers. Not really, but my sisters' mothers are all good friends with my mother. We're a big family, 25 people.

From the psychological jousting between sisters in the early family arena emerge the first tentative boundaries of their personalities.

I have three sisters, that's it for the family.

What surprised me was that within a family, the voices of sisters as they're talking are virtually always the same.

Sisters is 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 incomprehensibleness of women is an old theory, but what is that to the curious wondering observation with which wives, mothers, and sisters watch the other unreasoning animal in those moments when he has snatched the reins out of their hands, and is not to be spoken to! . It is best to let him come to, and feel his own helplessness.

Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of sisters?