Quotes About Sister

They say that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and I can only imagine the conversation between Eve and Skywoman: "Sister, you got the short end of the stick...

There was a typhoon the day you were born... It is said that a Dragon born in a storm will have a particularly tempestuous fate. You always believe you are right, and this makes you do things you shouldn't... You're a Dragon, and of all the signs only a Dragon can tame the fates. Only a Dragon can wear all the horns of destiny, duty, and power. Your sister is merely a Sheep...

leerla, cerré los ojos y pensé: «Qué triste está Hermana

No, keep looking! Des demanded. For all the stares you've been sneaking at his sister's ample backside, you can give us this. He's not going to object.

The hands are strangely shy, until suddenly they turn eloquent. And then their candor could make you weep. A woman might fall in love with the hands. Though only if the woman were nearly as foolish as my little even-sister—which, luckily, doesn't seem to be possible." Tej threw a pillow at her.

Zoe tried to sound like an older sister.

I'm sure many have spoken of her." Lincoln reached for his pen, dipped it in the inkwell. "She is Elizabeth Edwards' sister." "For which she has my sympathies.

For with eyes made clear by many tears, and a heart softened by the tenderest sorrow, she recognized the beauty of her sister's life—uneventful, unambitious, yet full of the genuine virtues which 'smell sweet, and blossom in the dust', the self-forgetfulness that makes the humblest on earth remembered soonest in heaven, the true success which is possible to all.

And Jo felt as if during that fortnight her sister had grown up amazingly, and was drifting away from her into a world where she could not follow.

A heavy weight fell on Jo's heart as she saw her sister's face. It was no paler and but littler thinner than in the autumn, yet there was a strange, transparent look about it, as if the mortal was being slowly refined away, and the immortal shining through the frail flesh with an indescribably pathetic beauty.

jo achou que parecia que a irmã tinha amadurecido muito naqueles quinze dias e que se distanciava dela para um mundo em que não poderia segui-la.

When he had gone, she went to her little chapel, and sitting in the twilight, prayed for Beth, with streaming tears and an aching heart, feeling that a million turquoise rings would not console her for the loss of her little sister

Fiction is Truth's elder sister. Obviously. No one in the world knew what truth was till some one had told a story.

Well give me a cup of English tea, that is all I want,' said Sister Locke. 'Tea isn't English,' snapped Sophie, and Sister Locke was hurt.

That was the first time I'd seen the Sacred Jewel. And after she was given custody of it, sister Kiky?'s fate changed drastically. She would watch other girls her age indulge in make-up, paint their faces white, and enjoy their youth. ?Kaede

You be respectable, sister," she said, "Me, I'll be alive.

It was almost a relief to arrive in the middle of other people's crises and leave the crisis of America behind. At home he had stopped listening to the news and avoided social media to shut out the daily nonsense as much as he could. He had his book to write, and this private crisis to deal with, the crisis of Sister, and that was all he could handle right now. The apocalypse of the West would just have to wait in line.

With a sister, one can never fear that success will go to one's head.

You don't fight for peace sister,' Nahara told me, 'You embrace it.

When you have a sister, someone knows the story of who you were and who you would always be.

Heart, soul, treasure, rain, sister, memory, knowledge, hope, will.

By the time spring had fully bloomed, he would be flying. He would never be far from the girl who had been born on a snowy day, whose father had come home from the sea so that he could tell her every story he knew, whose sister took her in her arms to read to her, whose mother would teach her all she needed to know.

Elv felt cold. Claire wrapped her arms around her. There was no way for her to ever thank her sister, no words that would ever do. Something bad had happened to Elv instead of to her.

Who can you trust if not your sister? Who knows your story better than she?