Quotes About Sister

and it's ridiculous that anyone would praise a child for standing with arms spread out on a wooden cross, as if she were Jesus's dead sister wearing a checkerboard tablecloth.

I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I told him to remember that you're my sister. I loved you first. (Riley to her sister Alice about Paul)

Her private soul read like a poster by her little sister.

Are you going to talk about boys?" Sarah laughed. "What boys?" "Any boys." "No. We're talking about what we want for Christmas." "I want a dog," said Rose, hurrying to Abby's side. "A sister," said Sarah. "Poetry books," said Abby. "You just want poetry books because Zander likes poetry," said Rose.

Janine shook her head. Then she stomped into the house. "Mean Janine," I muttered. "Come on, Jamie. Let's go." Janine had spoiled my whole afternoon.

held her sister's had protectively.

Taylor beamed at Suzi. "Hey! You're my sister!" "Mine

Miss Grandison has just now told her sister what passed between us. Lady L. says, she would not have been Miss Grandison, in taking the letter, by what means soever come at; for how, said she, did I know what secrets there might be in it, before I read it? But I think verily, when it had been got at, and offered me, I could not have been Miss Byron.

And always remember how much your crazy sister loves you.

I am still the center sister. But I see it differently now. There has to be a middle. Without it, nothing can truly be whole. Because it is not just the space between, but also what holds everything together.

What was the name of Pygmalion's sister? She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. Ummm, she said, keeping her eyes on me. I don't know. Rogerson did, I told her. Rogerson knew everything.

My sister, who never understood most of the things I wanted her to, might have been able to understand what had happened to me in this summer of weddings and beginnings. And she was right. The first boy was always the hardest.

There were so many times during those years, though, as we moved from one house to another, that I would find myself thinking about my sister. Usually it was late at night, when I couldn"t sleep, and I"d try to picture her in her dorm room forty-odd miles and a world away. I wondered if she was happy, what it was like out there. And if maybe, just maybe, she ever thought of me.

Who me? I play scales. The scales of dead fish of oil-slicked seas. My sister blows wind through the hollows of fallen trees. And we are the echoes of eternity. Maybe you've heard of us. We do rebirths, revolts, and resurrections.

Only when my marriage ended another decade later did I tumble to the recognition that my sister was happy, far happier than many other people who arrive in their middle years, including me.

And as for her sister,he wished a strong wind would just blow her away.

Communication is the sister of leadership

Well, I have a sister that I'm very close with, and that relationship is probably the most intense relationship of my life to date, probably of my life, period.

I grew up with a sister I was very close with and a mom who was a powerful influence on my life. I was always close with women.

I've always felt lucky because my parents included my sister and I in their cultural life.

A woman has four wonderful characters; a mother, sister, daughter, and wife. She is supportive, dutiful, and lovely for the joyful life and peace of mind within her all characters.

Sister Walburga ate some of the sausage she was taking upriver for the anchorites, but you'd think from her distress that she was a Horseman of the Apocalypse and the Whore of Babylon rolled into one.

I was definitely quirky. Me and my sister played a lot together. She's my best friend - and we would put on fashion shows.

My sister, Kelly, was really bright and academic. She was head girl of the school and at the top of her year. Because we were so different, we were never in competition. You can't be when you're almost running two different races.