Quotes About Sisterhood

I am blessed beyond reason with women friends.

I don't see women and think of them as competition or with judgment. Women really move me. I feel connected to all kinds of women. I am angry because I think we've been mistreated throughout history in different countries, including America. I admire women.

There's this myth that women are supposed to compete with each other or something, or we're supposed to hate each other, and that's totally not productive.

Women are so strong and knowledgeable. You know, instead of competing with each other, I would love to complete each other. Take away that wall of competition and say, 'Hey, let's just all get together and help each other be brilliant.'

I have the impression that the women around me are like me - smaller, taller, fatter, thinner - but in fact, we are all the same.

It's everyone's responsibility to build up other women rather than tear them down. Be self-aware and proactive. It's not wrong to have those thoughts, but you can change how you respond to those feelings. Take a mental step back, and think about why you're feeling that way.

I would like people to have an appreciation for what happened to women under the Taliban, as in 'A Thousand Splendid Suns.' I hope they get a sense of how connected we all are.

For the WriterChicks…a brain trust without equal, a circle of friends who never let go, and women I love with my whole heart.

Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears.

We talked about our real mothers and how we wanted to know who they'd been. Perhaps we ought not to have shared so much, but it was very comforting. "I wish I had a sister," she said to me one day. "And if I did, that person would be you.

Why don't women have to prove to one another that they are women?

Fraternize means to behave like a brother. Luke told me that. He said there was no corresponding word that meant to behave like a sister. Sororize, it would have to be, he said. From

The SanctuCare women went over and welcomed them and said, "You're here now, it's all right," and the Gilead women started to cry. At the time I thought, Why cry, you should be happy, you got out. But after all that's happened to me since that day, I understand why. You hold it in, whatever it is, until you can make it through the worst part. Then, once you're safe, you can cry all the tears you couldn't waste time crying before.

Fraternize means to behave like a brother. Luke told me that. He said there was no corresponding word that meant to behave like a sister. Sororize, it would have to be, he said.

It's hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time. How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own.

The women I know who are happiest today are the ones who have close female friends. Maybe that's true of men, too, but essentially it's different.

There was never a mention, never a declaration or a decision. But the long hours of talking stopped. No more reading aloud, or music, or films. And after that there was simple physical affection, the two walking arm in arm, or Maharet at her reading with Mekare sitting motionless on a bench nearby.

I know and I'm sorry. (Epithymia) So am I. I'm sorry I ever trusted you with the one thing you knew I loved above all others. You ungrateful bitch! I hope your actions haunt you into eternity. (Apollymi) (Apollymi blasted her sister to death.)

And you, my best friend on earth, my soul sister who shares Chunky Monkey scoops and beefcake e-mails at the drop of a hat, the woman who made me wear a frothy, ruffled lime-colored bridesmaid dress that added fifteen pounds to my hips, are going to spill your guts to me, aren't you? (Sunshine) No fair and the dress wasn't lime, it was mint. (Selena) It was lime-icky green and I looked like a sick pistachio. (Sunshine)

I don't know what I would have done so many times in my life if I hadn't had my girlfriends.

When I look back at high school, or college, or when I was getting married, it's the girlfriends I had then that give substance and joy to that point in my life.

One hundred years ago you'd have a child surrounded by other women: your mother, her mother, sisters, cousins, sisters-in-law, mother-in-law. And you'd be a teenager, too young to have had any kind of life yourself. You'd share childcare with a raft of women. They'd help you, keep you company, show you how. Then you'd do the same. Not just people to share in the work of raising children, but people to share in the loving of children.

I feel Elsa's arms around me. I can hear her crying. That's weird for a lot of reasons. Elsa doesn't cry, and she never puts her arms around me.

They were locked together now in this new way, by blood, by Alice's secret, her worst act. They'd sworn in blood under the moon to keep Alice's secret, and in this way the vowed to keep future secrets, too.