Quotes About Sister

I remember the first time Dakota asked me for fashion advice about what to put with what. I was like, My big sister is asking me?

It was a really fun idea to have a fashion label with my sister but I don't have an awful lot of time for it because my first love and job is to be an actress.

At the same time, [princess Margaret] had a fragility and an insecurity in who she was and her position, because her sister had always got the education ever since David [Edward VIII] abdicated.

My oldest sister was an actress living in NYC by the time I was ten, and desperately wanted to be the one in charge of the words.

Last week, I stated this woman was the ugliest woman I had ever seen. I have since been visited by her sister, and now wish to withdraw that statement.

A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)

If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.

but my dad said it was no excuse. But I love him! I had never seen my sister cry that much. No, you don't. I hate you! No, you don't. My dad can be very calm sometimes. He's my whole world. Don't ever say that about anyone again. Not even me. That was my mom.

I really do love my sister. Especially when she's nice.

My sister was the one who told me where babies come from. My sister was also the one who laughed when I immediately asked her where babies go to.

I hate you.' My sister said it different than she said it to my dad. She meant it with me. She really did. 'I love you,' was all I could say in return.

He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until the day he hit my sister and stopped crying.

I hate you. My sister said it different than she said it to my dad . She meant it with me. She really did. I love you, was all I could say in return.

That's when I started thing about my sister. [...] And how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall.

That's when I started thinking about my sister. [...] And how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall.

His heart lifted to a state approaching something like happiness, however, when he heard, unexpectedly, the sound of Rhea's low sweet voice humming gently to herself as she came up the slope towards the mountaintop. Loveliest sister and dearest wife! It was quite natural that she had been a little upset by his consumption of their six children, but she surely understood that he had had no choice. She was a Titan, she knew about duty and destiny.

My sister actually has a "thinking face." It makes people wait before speaking to her. Dad says my thinking face makes it look like I want to go to the loo.

She believed me fearless. But nothing frightened me as much as my sister's fears.

I wish your sister was here. It seems wrong to have a celebration without her." Not to me, it didn't. Just for once, I was quite enjoying being the focus of attention. It might sound childish, but it was true. I loved having Will and Dad laughing about me. I loved the fact that every element of supper—from roast chicken to chocolate mousse—was my favorite. I liked the fact that I could be who I wanted to be without my sister's voice reminding me

Mmm.' She was thinking. My sister actually has a 'thinking face'. It makes people wait before speaking to her. Dad says my thinking face makes it look like I want to go to the loo.

The significance of my sister's words sank in slowly but inexorably.

always talked about her middle sister, my aunt Edna, being afraid of her own shadow as a kid. When

She had never married or had kids, but she did have nephews. She'd bought them tons of gifts over the years, before they hit adolescence and morphed into—her sister's words—" uber-assholes.

Our eyes adjusted; we gazed at what was in the room. And then I felt the floor pitch under me, as if we were suddenly at sea. George cleared his throat. I put out my hand to clench his arm. Lockwood stood slightly behind us, waiting. "Your parents?" I was the first to find my voice. "Close," Anthony Lockwood said. "My sister.