Quotes About Sister

That's right! Besides, like I'd ever let my sister drown my pet butterflies. I regularly whip her butt in Grimmnastics class.

Of course I care. You're my big sister. I may act like a pain in the butt sometimes, but I actually like you. Pissing you off is just a hobby with me. [pp. 109]

He growled. Really, how attached could Smitty be to his sister? Would he really notice if Mace killed her?

Stevie! Stevie!" When her sister didn't respond, Charlie released her and threw up her hands. "I've killed her. Of course I've killed her. I knew one day I'd kill you all." Max finally got to her feet. "Good Lord! Get off the cross, we need the wood." "What does that mean?

And all Jess knew about Gwen was that she threatened Brendon Shaw's cranky sister with acid during the wedding. Not that Jess blamed her or anything, because Marissa Shaw could be a real bitch, but Lock deserved a lovely sow who loved him, pampered him, and understood his obsession with honey.

If you don't annoy your big sister for no good reason from time to time, she thinks you don't love her anymore.

My mother came from an Irish family of 11 kids and, of course, had a sister who was a nun, so I spent time at a convent and with an aunt and uncle who lived in New York and took me to the theater.

This, said Damerel wrathfully, is the second time you have walked in just as I am about to propose to your sister!

The revenge of an elder sister may be long in coming, but, like a South-Eastern express, it arrives in its own good time.

A sister is a dearest friend, a closest enemy, and an angel at the time of need.

My loving sister Mary has always shared the pain and pleasure of my heartbeat in a unique and special way. We have sung our sad and warm songs together.

The only human being I could tell everything was my sister Françoise. She and I were so diametrically different; put together we would have been a fantastic woman.

sister was. But I couldn't resist such a clear shot. So I said her

You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday, and my first task is to assure my dear sister of my welfare and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking.

Sister. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child.

Oh, whatever would I do without my child-progeny sister to tell me what to do. Prodigy, I corrected.

A life like your sister's isn't some little pony you can turn around any way you want. It's a train. Once it gets going it's heavier than heaven and hell put together and it runs on its own track.

Not everyone is your brother or sister in the faith, but everyone is your neighbor, and you must love your neighbor.

35. There were three women named Mary (Bitter) who walked with the Lord all the time. They were his mother, his sister and Mary of Magdala, who was his consort (companion). Thus his mother, his sister and companion (consort) were all named Mary.

Princess's eyes shone with pride, and Fireheart felt a prickle of uncertainty in his fur. He knew how much it meant to his sister to have given her firstborn to the Clan. There was no way he could let her have any doubts about how the kit was settling into Clan life.

Tail held high, Brokentail's tiny sister pattered forward into the circle to stand beside him. "I give you a life for love of kin," she mewed, the wisdom in her voice startling Yellowfang as it came from so small a body. "And as Clan leader, remember that every Clan cat is your kin.

You told me earlier," Bluefur muttered. She was trying to ignore the dreamy look in her sister's eyes. I'll never behave like a cooing dove over any cat, she decided.

Leafpaw did not need a visit from StarClan to tell her that her sister was falling in love with Brambleclaw.

She shut her eyes and summoned up her old rapport with her sister. Emptying her mind, she concentrated fiercely. She gasped to feel a surge of cold and wet, shuddering as a blast of cold wind probed her drying fur. But there was no sign of Squirrelpaw anywhere—just water, blasting air, and endless rock.