Quotes About Sister

How many kittens did she have?" "Four, including Tod. We fed the kittens this special formula from the vet, since Juno didn't have enough milk." I sat beside Bailey on the rug, wishing I could trade places with my cat. "Tod almost died, so my sister named him after a grim reaper from one of her favorite books. I think she thought it would protect him.

I breathe deeply and say over to myself:- You are at home, you are at home. But a sense of strangeness will not leave me, I cannot feel at home amongst these things. There is my mother, there is my sister, there my case of butterflies, and there the mahogany piano - but I am not myself there. There is a distance, a veil between us.

There's a story that circulates among my colleagues about the sister of a general, picked up in Moscow for black market speculation.

for all her faults, they knew that at heart she was a loving and loyal sister and daughter.

My very sassy, older southern sister is very quick to point out that it's a luxury that my daughter gets to come to work with me. She does, and I have lunch with her every single day. My mom says I have 'high class problems.'

My sister, Jenna," Nicko said to Tod with a smile. "Very undignified behavior for a Queen, if you ask me.

At the end of the day, whether it was in a little church or Westminster Abbey didn't matter: it was me, as a brother, doing a reading for my sister and her husband at their wedding, and I wanted to do it right.

My sister's name is Hennessy, so everybody used to be, like, 'Bacardi' to me. Then I shortened it to Cardi B. The 'B' stands for whatever, depending on the day... beautiful or bully.

My sister is a big part of my actual style. Our style is not similar whatsoever, but she helped me find myself and find what I really liked.

My sister and I cooked a lot together; my sister was a very healthy vegetarian. She was always a real good teacher for me about organics, recycling, composting -whenever you hear me talk about it, it's usually because of my sister's influence.

All of our family holidays were always work trips for my parents, so my sister and I would sit somewhere or find a kids' club while my parents would be interviewing people.

My introduction to art was winning a Weetabix drawing competition: I did a picture of a combine harvester. My sister used to read Jackie magazine in those days, so next I drew a picture of Mark Bolan for them and won a prize.

My sister happened to look at The Times, and there was advertised the Old Vic theatre school. I wrote, I suppose, and got an audition. They said I was in, so I burst into tears, because in those days I cried when I was happy and I cried when I was sad.

It is natural not to care about a sister certainly not when she is four years older and grinds her teeth at night.

it was weird. Would you believe it if some supermodel called you up and told you she was your sister?' Strike thought of his own bizarre family history. 'Probably,' he said.

Holly was playing the concerned relative, the devoted sister, and if it was a ham performance Robin was experienced enough, now, to know that there were usually nuggets of truth to be sifted from even the most obvious dross.

You forgive me?" he said. "You, who left me in that tower, who put a knife into my side? Thank you, sister. It is very kind of you to forgive me, but excuse me if I decline.

My sister comes on like a box of nails, but her devotion to the mythic is profound.

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversation?

Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan To me as quickly as you can." "And wherefore should I lend it you?" "The reason, Cook, is plain to view. I wish to make an Irish stew." "What meat is in that stew to go?" "My sister'll be the contents!" "Oh!" "You'll lend the pan to me, Cook?" "No!" Moral: Never stew your sister.

was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book

Wake up, Alice dear!'' Said her sister ''Why,what along sleep you've had!'' ''Oh, I've had such a curious dream!'' Said Alice. and she told her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange Adventures of hers that you have just been reading about ;

her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange Adventures of hers that you have just been reading about; and when she had finished, her sister kissed her, and said, 'It was a curious dream, dear, certainly: but now run in to your tea; it's getting late.' So Alice got up and ran off, thinking while she ran, as well she might, what

You can't blame a fella for kissing the prettiest girl in New York, can you, sister?" Sam's grin was anything but apologetic. Evie brought up her knee quickly and decisively, and he dropped to the floor like a grain sack. "You can't blame a girl for her quick reflexes now, can you, pal?