Quotes About Sisters

Holmes had no sisters, and a man who grows up without sisters has few defences against those wiles, those innocent wiles of body, speech and motion, with which nature has provided young females in its blind desire to propagate the species.

My sisters and mom raised me to respect women and open doors for them.

Her face was soft now, damp from the steam of my bath and the heat of her news. Her eyebrows were as white as cornsilk, her eyelashes clear. My sister had a certain pale, bright beauty, while I was an almost blonde, a shadowy hybrid. Ginnie was willowy and golden, I was shorter and freckled. I imagined our in utero tug-of-war. How she had seized all those pale, paternal Scandinavian genes, pulled at those chromosomes until they stretched like taffy.

So, I'm sorry, but as long as things remain as they are I don't feel comfortable taking on any younger sisters.

You know how it is between sisters in their middle age? that old old friendship, how loose-fitting it is? the comfort and safety in it? how you can let silence lie between you without it taking on any weight? how you can let words out of your mouth without wariness or precision because you know your sister will listen to what's worthwhile and let the rest fall out of her ears into the air? how you can be surly, unreasonable, stupid, in the certainty of her grace?

The Western world will never understand the follies of the Eastern world, nor the East grasp the follies of their brothers and sisters in the West.

Slater Patalis had been drawn to their suburban home because of Elena. Until that awful, cruel day a lifetime ago, they'd been a family of six. Jeffrey, Marguerite, and their four girls. Mirabelle, with her hot blood and wild affection. Ariel, even tempered and bossy and protective. Elena, who wanted to do everything her older sisters did, and Beth, too young to truly remember now who they'd been together before Slater Patalis walked through the kitchen door.

We will always be sisters. Our differences may never go away, but neither, for me, will our song.

I held out my sisters' letters for him to read. Tears appeared in his eyes, and he kissed the letters and declared, "I love your sisters! It shall be the object of my life to justify the trust shown in these letters. May God bless them.

In its descriptions of a family trying to find suitable mates for three sisters, The Makioka Sisters by Junichir ? Tanizaki brings to mind the novels of Jane Austen and Anton Chekhov.

question. "I don't know. I like Boston. And I like being close to my mom." "And your sisters." Arden hesitated. This was officially a first date

Mothers must do all they can to nurture security and acceptance and never compare one sister to another. Each daughter will have special gifts and special needs. It is mother's job to help identify these gifts and encourage the exercise of them.

Mildburh's eyes were muddy, honest blue, like hillberries. Hereswith's were as blue as their mother's, but without the cold blaze.

The first, a childhood photograph you might call it, shows him about the age of ten, a small boy surrounded by a great many women (his sisters and cousins, no doubt). He stands in brightly checked trousers by the edge of a garden pond.

The house in which the fourteen sisters of Emilio Montez O'brien lived, radiated femininity.

Sober, he would regard his wife with amor—the kind of amor the oldest sisters, Margarita and Isabel, knew took place at the end of the evening, when they were all supposed to be asleep and not listening for bedroom noises, agitated springs, gasping, rocking movements, moans of pleasure, or any other such unparental sounds, drifting down the halls, as if they were wall-less and not a single cicada nor a rushing wind existed in all the world.

Sisters don't need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks — expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs — that can undermine any tale you're telling.

Sisters share the scent and smells — the feel of a common childhood.

Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five.

Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Borrow. Break. Monopolize the bathroom. Are always underfoot. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there. Defending you against all comers.

no, this was what Belle had feared. Mama would insist on coming along and that would spoil everything. She cast a pleading glance at her sisters. "But Mama," Charisma exclaimed, "Grace

I know," said Beth, hugging her tightly. "I know." She looked back fearfully at the black hole in the ice. Then she turned her back on it. Clutching her sister, she started up the bank on wobbly legs toward the car and the road home.

I know some sisters who only see each other on Mother's Day and some who will never speak again. But most are like my sister and me... linked by volatile love, best friends who make other best friends ever so slightly less best.

Yeah, my parents are crappy, but you hurt either of my sisters and I will spend my life finding ways to destroy you.