Quotes About Sister

Is it awful to join in this planning? Is it trying to sell one's sister? But surely Rose can manage to fall in love with them — I mean, with whichever one will fall in love with her. I hope it will be Neil, because I really do think Simon is a little frightening — only it is Neil who thinks England is a joke.

A sister is nagging and needling, whispers and whisperings, bribery and thumpings, borrowings, breakings, kisses and cuddlings, lendings, surprises, defendings and comfortings, welcoming home.

i love girls under pressure but wouldn't recommend it to people who are under 10. i read it at the age of nine but my sister told me the bit u should never do. all in all, i loved this book and any jacqueline wilson fans over 10 i would recommend it to!

Will the words end, I ask whenever I remember to. Nope, my sister says, all of five years old now, and promising me infinity.

My sister's clear soft voice opens up the world to me. I lean in so hungry for it.

How amazing these words are that slowly come to me. How wonderfully on and on they go. Will the words end, I ask whenever I remember to. Nope, my sister says, all of five years old now, and promising me infinity.

There are similar mutilations of many letters, especially Emily's early letters to Austin, written when he was in love with Sue, and letters to Sue filled with Emily's parallel, more entrancing ardour. All the mutilations are designed to obliterate the poet's attachment to 'Sister'.

I understood something then. My sister might be twice the goddess I was, but I was twice the witch. Her crumbling trash could not help me.

My sister might be twice the goddess I was, but I was twice the witch

Circe was the first word he ever spoke, and the second was sister.

Sister, I do what I do, and I do it better than most, and I take some satisfaction in that. I am like a very dependable dog. They throw a stick into a jungle and I can go in there and bring it back.

he spoke to Florry and passed along his condolences, or sympathies, or whatever the hell one is supposed to offer to the sister of a man who is charged with murder and appears guilty of it.

dearest sister," subject to a judicial examination of Henry VIII's will.

Elizabeth's right to succeed her elder sister on the grounds of bastardy and Protestantism

the queen my good sister coming of the brother, and I of the sister.

Francis asked his sister Margaret, Duchess of Alençon, to do the honours in her place, but she flatly refused to meet 'the King of England's whore'.

Then sang forth the Nine, Apollo's garland:–yet didst thou divine Such home-bred glory, that they cry'd in vain, "Come hither, Sister of the Island!

Let me give you some advice. Next time you're going to defy the gods, do it for a better reason. I'd hate to see my sister turned to cinders for nothing.

I thought of his eyes when he had spoken of Icarus, that pure, shining love. To my sister, it was no more than a tool, a sword to hang over his head and make him her slave.

a girl comes to crouch in front of me and I see that she is unlacing my shoes and taking them off and I say to her, I took it, I took it, and I've never told anyone. The girl looks up at me and she titters. You tell us every day, she says. I know she is lying so I say, it was my sister's, you know. And she just turns to speak to someone over her shoulder and—

In the same month that she began Story of a Soul, Thérèse wrote to her sister Léonie, "this thought of the brevity of life gives me courage, it helps me bear the weariness of the road...the hour of rest is approaching

While the churches, bringing the sweet smell of piety for the soul, came in prancing and farting like brewery horses in bock-beer time, the sister evangelism, with release and joy for the body, crept in. silently and greyly, with its head bowed and its face covered.

While the churches, bringing the sweet smell of piety for the soul, came in prancing and farting like brewery horses in bock-beer time, the sister evangelism, with release and joy for the body, crept in silently and grayly, with its head bowed and its face covered.

While the churches, bringing the sweet smell of piety for the soul, came in prancing and farting like brewery horses in bock-beer time, the sister evangelism, with release and joy for the body, crept in silently and grayly, with its head bowed and its face covered. You