Quotes About Sisterhood

Never watch another woman burn

Who can you trust if not your sister? Who knows your story better than she? If you saw one Owens sister at the grocery, the other would be right beside her. If one was working in the garden, making certain the rows of herbs were weeded, her sister would be there as well, carrying a basket to collect the dandelion greens.

There he is, in the fading light, certain of what he wants, certain of her. If Gillian were speaking to her sister, or more correctly, if Sally were speaking to her, Gillian would draw her over to the window to get a look. Isn't he beautiful? That's what she would have said if she and Sally had been talking. I wish I deserved him, she would have whispered into her sister's ear.

a quotation that had been her favorite, written by the poet she most admired. Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality. Unbeknownst to Jet, Franny had added another line beneath her sister's name. Beloved by all.

Of course, you cannot tame bees the way you can horses; they were not our sisters in that way. But you can live alongside them, Queen to Queen, warrior to warrior. You can learn from their sisterhood: how they follow their Queen no matter what, how battle is nothing to them, how they enter into it freely and fight to the death.

After Basie married his Katie, she became one of the sidditiest of siddity sisters.

Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister?

They were women then My mama's generation Husky of voice stout of Step With fists as well as Hands How they battered down Doors And ironed Starched white Shirts How they led Armies Headragged generals Across mined Fields Booby-trapped Ditches To discover books Desks A place for us How they knew what we MUST know Without knowing a page Of it Themselves.

Our women are respected here said the father. We would never let them tramp the world as American women do. There is always someone to look after the Olinka woman. A father. An uncle. A brother or nephew. Do not be offended, sister Nettie, but our people pity women such as you who are cast out, we know not from where, into a world unknown to you, where you must the struggle all alone, for yourself.

Instead all the women [at the National Black Feminist Organization] understood that we gathered together to assure understanding among black women, and that understanding among women is not a threat to anyone who intends to treat women fairly.

Each woman is capable of truly bringing another into the world. This we must all do for each other.

Sister, spot me.

This is the Easter message, that awakening is possible, to the goodness of God, the sacredness of human life, the sisterhood and brotherhood of all.

The greatest truths in life are the ones your fellow queens are willing to tell you.

bad as it seemed. Gwendolyn stirred, her eyelids opening a crack. "What happened?" she asked, her words slurred. "I'm not sure," said Annie. She glanced at the jeweled object still held in her sister's hand. Although Gwendolyn hadn't recognized it, Annie knew what it was right away. Someone had crafted a tiny model

Ba?ka kad?nlar?n çaresizliklerine öfkelenen kad?nlar muhakkak kendi çaresizliklerine öfkeleniyordur.

Women need to support other women, and we must ensure we are providing women with opportunities that allow them to reach their full potential.

When I was first pitched the show, I was like, 'Oh, God, a soapy show called 'Mistresses.'' But it wasn't that at all. It wasn't a bunch of women pulling guns on each other and stabbing each other in the back. We really have a core friendship.

Too frequently, we see women being pitted against each other.

So the spell was broken and she ran home through a tangle of words where the letters jumbled and made no sense and meant nothing, and the words were ugly and she was not to be heard or seen, she was blemished and too fat, too thin, not smart, too smart, not beautiful, not a woman not not not. All the things that girls feel they are not when they fear that if they become, if they are, they will no longer be loved by the sisters whose hearts they have not meant to break.

Francesca Lia Block

Is Nicholas—or any guy?—worth the possibility of losing my sister?

What is with those Wakefield women that makes them think they're better than everybody?' Ken asked.

I didn't want to be different. I wanted to be able to laugh But I'm sister to an Emperor who's worshiped as a god. People fear me. I never wanted to be feared. I don't want to be part of history, I just want to be loved . . . and to love.