No man who respects his mother or loves his sister, can speak disparagingly of any woman; however low she may seem to have sunk, she is still a woman. I want every man to remember this. Every woman is, or, at some time, has been a sister or daughter.
Whatever you do they will love you; even if they don't love you they are connected to you till you die. You can be boring and tedious with -sisters, whereas you have to put on a good face with friends.
There were once two sisters who were not afriad of the dark because the dark was full of the other's voice across the room, because even when the night was thick and starless they walked home together from the river seeing who could last the longest without turning on her flashlight, not afraid because sometimes in the pitch of night they'd lie on their backs in the middle of the path and look up until the stars came back and when they did, they'd reach their arms up to touch them and did.
Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply.
Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Borrow. Break. Monopolize the bathroom. Are always underfoot. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there. Defending you against all comers.
Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.
More than Santa Claus, your sister knows when you've been bad and good.
If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?
Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister.
We are sisters. We will always be sisters. Our differences may never go away, but neither, for me, will our song.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.
Elder sisters never can do younger ones justice!
There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.
I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.
Sisterhood is powerful.
In thee my soul shall own combined the sister and the friend.
Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.
Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.
There can be no situation in life in which the conversation of my dear sister will not administer some comfort to me.
A toast once heard: "To my big sister, who never found her second Easter egg until I'd found my first."
Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.
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.
He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.
I always like to win. But I'm the big sister. I want to make sure she has everything, even if I don't have anything. It's hard. I love her too much. That's what counts.
If sisters were free to express how they really feel, parents would hear this: "Give me all the attention and all the toys and send Rebecca to live with Grandma."
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