Quotes About Sisters

Teddy thought of his wife and his sister as two sides of the same shining coin. Nancy was an idealist, Ursula a realist; Nancy an optimist with a lively heart, while Ursula's spirit was freighted with the grief of history. Ursula was forever cast out of Eden and making the best of it while Nancy, cheerful and undaunted, was sure her search for the gate back into the garden would be successful.

They were sisters, the pretty one and the one who lived in her shadow, a pale, chip-toothed, uncertain girl who made too much noise while eating celery.

Sisters are supposed to be people you're close to, aren't they. You may not like them much, but you're still close to them.

Moria would storm out against their wishes. Yet Ashyn was coming to accept that she could not be her sister, and it was not a failure of nerve. It was a difference of inner composition. They might look identical without; they were not identical within.

Her sister lifted her hands. 'No, I shouldn't. It's a private message for you.' B'it's for both of us,' she said, and pressed it into Moria's hand.

She'd been friendly with the children of their village, but it had always been her sister whom they loved. Or so she thought. Now, they embraced her and they clung to her and they climbed on Tova. And she realized that, perhaps, she had never been overshadowed by Moria quite as much as she'd felt overshadowed. The sisters were different. But that only meant they had their own strengths.

Say to the seceded States, "Wayward sisters, depart in peace."

Portia countered with something cutting and I left my sisters quarrelling over the details whilst I mooned about, waiting for a letter from Brisbane. While Olivia had wanted a smart town wedding, the rest had mercifully overruled her and decided I would be married from the church of St. Barnabas in Blessingstoke, the village nestled at the foot of our family seat at Bellmont Abbey, surrounded by friends and family.

When it comes to sisters, it seems one stays and one goes, one remains bound and the other is set free. She is who she is in good part because of who Gloria isn't. In order to be herself, in order to be different from her sister, she had to take what was left over, the opposite, unchosen road. She is both glad and furious about it.

Rebeca leans her head against her sister's shoulder and watches the changing colors of the landscape. The sun sinks in front of them and turns the sandy earth orange and pink. The sky, too, is filled with crazy, vivid pinks and purples and blues and yellows, and the colors are slow to deepen, slow to slip into blackness, but when at last they are gone, the darkness is deeper and more vast than anything Luca has ever seen.

Couldn't get on the train, huh?' Among other things, Soledad has a gift for changing the subject at exactly the right moment. She's more tentative than her sister, but it's hard to remain standoffish with Luca there, all eyelashes and coy dimples

Batty ran up, her hands cupped together. "I caught one named Horatio," she said, and spread open her hands. A lightning bug balanced uncertainly on her thumb. "Look, he's blinking," said Jane. "He's trying to tell us something in Morse code." "What?" asked Batty. "Please... let... me... go," said Jane.

fret over Batty,

Skye picked her up and tucked her in next to Batty, who now stirred and murmured a few words that sounded like "bee" and "sharp." This made no sense to Skye—and then she wondered if Rosalind had ever gone around at night listening to her sisters talking in their sleep. How strange. But Skye had nothing to worry about. She was certain that anything she herself said would be more interesting than boys' names or bees.

Desde la calle se oían las risas de Rosa y Rafaela, las hermanas gemelas, queridas, las dos, del teniente coronel Cruz. Eran norteñas y volubles y cuando se enojaban tiraban sus zapatos a la calle. Si

the wrongs of my oppressed sisters must always waken a flame of indignation in my bosom.

A game one of my sisters will play with me in my first year of being alive is called Good Baby, Bad Baby. This consists of being told I am a good baby until I smile and laugh, then being told I am a bad baby until I burst into tears. This training will stand me in good stead all through my life.

Virginia and Vanessa were often thought scruffy. Vanessa rapidly decided that untidiness and dirt were infinitely preferable to being 'a Town Lady'; the writer Rebecca West thought Virginia always looked as if she had been pulled through a hedge backwards.

Jeanne's sisters thought nothing of themselves.... Helen stayed up late in Brookline, baking. Lemon squares, and brownies, pecan bars, apple cake, sandy almond cookies. Alone in her kitchen, she wrapped these offerings in waxed paper and froze them in tight-lipped containers.... Helen was the baker of the family. What she felt could not be purchased. She grieved from scratch.

I wrapped my arms around my knees and stared through the window's wavy glass. The red velvet curtains were drawn around the tiny alcove, and I was enveloped by an odd sense of peace, knowing that in twenty minutes, the halls were going to be crowded; music was going to be blaring; and I was going to go from being an only child to one of a hundred sisters, so I knew to savor the silence while it lasted.

They promised me that this would be my home. That girls like you would always be my sisters. But they weren't my sisters, were they?" Catherine asked, but then the lunacy broke, a quick and fleeting crack, and through it I saw anger and bitterness and rage.

My sister, singer Jessie Ware, and I are always exchanging music. We brainstormed her wedding playlist for months.

There was never any question of Prince Philip's four sisters being invited to his wedding to Princess Elizabeth. King George decided their connection to Nazi Germany was still too shaming.

We moved there a year ago, just as a weekend place. Then we decided to move out of London completely. We will eventually have to work it out a bit more, because you can't have a little boy living with his sisters like that, can you? But we like the idea of closeness.