Quotes About Sister

For it is the suffering flesh, it is suffering, it is death, that lovers perpetuate upon the earth. Love is at once the brother, son, and father of death, which is its sister, mother, and daughter. And thus it is that in the depth of love there is a depth

Her older sister used to say that men hated pity; rather, they wanted sympathy and admiration—not an easy combination.

Su hermana mayor solía decir que los hombres odiaban la compasión; en lugar de eso querían empatía y admiración, una combinación que no era fácil.

Your sister strikes me as the type of driver who raises the rates for everybody else." "Good one, Ona

Face falling, her sister pushed a crumb around her plate. 'I feel dumb now. I shouldn't have called you—I know you must be sad and busy because of the Falling.' She squashed the crumb, staring at it as if it were the most important thing on the planet.

Tazia sobbed. "I thought you were angry with me." "I was—but you are my sister." A crushing squeeze. "I will always protect you.

But can you take care of my sister? "Your sister can take care of herself." No matter how much he wanted to do the job for her. The wolf was alternately proud of her strength and frustrated by it. Perhaps it would be that way their entire life. Or, perhaps, they'd find a middle ground. "But I'd walk through fire for her.

I imagined an impulsive Robert taking Henrietta's hands and proclaiming, "I love your sister dearly. Madly. We are betrothed.

My dear sister... His dear sister. Those words - how oddly they affected me

This sister thing, Marina thought, is as complicated and incomprehensible as particle physics.

You're a big sister?' I was shocked. She seemed so good-natured and compassionate.

This year I have Sister Mary Joseph for Religion. Right away I could tell she was going to become my archenemy. She has a stony face with a mean squint; Clint Eastwood in a wimple. She trained the squint on me and decided I was trouble from the get-go.

Anna would stay, would watch. She would wait for an opening, a chance, then she would take it. Too many years rescuing lost hikers, mourning friends, and seeking justice for the dead had passed for her not to know she was, and always would be, her sister's keeper.

Evil, true evil, in her—and, more scientifically, her psychiatrist sister's—belief, fed on despair, the kind that suffocates every glimmer of light and life beneath a cold so intense it becomes darkness.

The dumbest thing I ever did was not having children. Absolute dumbest thing. Even worse than selling my bassoon. I see the error now. My sister's kids are turning out great. They were shockingly spoiled when they were little, but now their true personalities have taken over and they're just nice calm tall young people with personalities. One is at Kenyon College studying something with lasers and the other is an intern at a dollhouse museum.

Anglisc voices: words drumming like apples split over wooden boards, round, rich, stirring. Like her father's words, and her mother's, and her sister's. Utterly unlike Onnen's otter-swift British or the dark liquid gleam of Irish.

The shocked silence of last night had given way to mutterings which had become resignation, then calm acceptance: Uaithne had killed a Brigannon, yes, had plunged them all into a feud with another tribe that might be the death of them all before spring, but she was also Echraidhe, one of them, their sister, and her madness-if it was madness-was bright and proud and beautiful.

Even though your sister is now the overking's peaceweaver, we must show our strength and make our persuasions in person.

Her sister wanted to cry, but she was a woman grown. No one must see her tears, not even her women, for fear of bringing shame on the family name. There was nothing Hild could do. This was Hereswith's wyrd; it had been since Cwenburh's death.

Hereswith's eyes were so blue. Sister blue.

Her sister and gemæcce already had the beginning of a kin web here in a foreign land. They wouldn't be all alone.

Breguswith taught her the gathering and drying of herbs, and began to spirit Hereswith away for mysterious lessons that, when her sister tried to share them with Hild, made no sense.

There are absolutely no problems between me, my dad and my sister. Obviously I grew up with just my mum, but my relationship with my dad is just fine.

We collected all the bones we could find, and yesterday, Natividad wrapped them in a shawl that she had knitted years ago. It was the most beautiful thing she owned. "A thing like that should serve the living," Bankole said when she offered it. "You are living," Natividad said. "I like you. I wish I could have met your sister.