Quotes About Sisterhood

Women are in league with each other, a secret conspiracy of hearts and pheromones.

Frances maintained they took care of each other and claimed "I owe my greatest success to women. Contrary to the assertion that women do all in their power to hinder one another's progress, I have found that it has always been one of my own sex who has given me a helping hand when I needed it.

Besties before testes...

She and I are immune. She is our sister. We already love her as much as we can.

If for any reason you don't like the word feminist, look for another word. The name is not important as long as the work gets done for yourself and for your sisters in the rest of the world who need it.

I can promise you that women working together – linked, informed and educated – can bring peace and prosperity to this forsaken planet.

Esas mujeres del campo me enseñaron que el coraje es contagioso y que la fuerza está en el número; lo que no se logra sola se consigue entre varias, y mientras más sean, mejor.

It is only the women whose eyes have been washed clear with tears who get the broad vision that makes them little sisters to all the world.

Sons branch out, but one woman leads to another.

News flash: A girl's girl doesn't try to shame another girl about her age.

The last thing we need is women on TV hating each other.

The ability for a woman to be free is connected with her ability to love another woman.

She didn't answer, and in that moment I realized that she felt the same as I. The men we loved would determine our destinies along with their own, no matter how we might wish otherwise. We walked the rest of the way arm in arm, our heads bowed, in sisterly agreement. We said nothing more, nor did we need to. I, Eliza Hamilton

For a moment, there was no age difference between the two of them, no crossed purposes, no opposing forces. They were just two women trying to chisel a happy life out of giant hulk of rough-edged circumstances.

she is in the company of women who have given what help they could.

And I shuddered at the apparent freedom so many women felt simply to take what they wanted without regard for other women's feelings. It was as though we were all crazed customers at some kind of year-end shoe sale, shoving our fellow females out of the way as we clutched desperately at the few remaining pieces of merchandise. I had the discouraging sense that our culture had created female monsters, dooming us to play out these intense and bitter rivalries almost against our will.

Radical feminists didn't need FBI infiltration — the mechanism for sisterly cannibalization was already well under way.

But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the Mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim.

I vote yes....for Prim.

I notice her blouse has pulled out of her skirt in the back again and force myself to stay calm. "Tuck your tail in, little duck," I say, smoothing the blouse back in place. Prim giggles and give me a small "Quack." "Quack yourself," I say with a light laugh. The kind only Prim can draw out of me.

ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.

But it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with a tentative finger. "You're green. Are you sick?" "It's a fashion thing, Posy. Like wearing lipstick," I say. "It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color.

People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.

turn to Rue's family. "But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim.