Sister Quotations | Page 5

Husbands come and go; children come and eventually they go. Friends grow up and move away. But the one thing that's never lost is your sister.

We can choose to humble ourselves by conquering enmity toward our brothers and sisters, esteeming them as ourselves, and lifting them as high or higher than we are. . . .

And my little sister died when she was 16.

I, who have no sisters or brothers, look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to be born to friends.

I called my parents and everybody was OK. My brother, Roberto, lives in Madrid and he's OK. My sister-in-law, sister and kids live near one of the train stations there.

I called her last week, and I was like, 'Do you wanna hang out?' And her sister hung up the phone on me! I don't like having enemies ... and there's the saying, keep your friends close but your enemies closer.

He passed it onto his sister who is my wife and now it's in my house.

I do not mourn the loss of my sister because she will always be with me, in my heart," she says. "I am, however, rather annoyed that my Tara has left me to suffer you lot alone. I do not see as well without her. I do not hear as well without her. I do not feel as well without her. I would be better off without a hand or a leg than without my sister. Then at least she would be here to mock my appearance and claim to be the pretty one for a change. We have all lost our Tara, but I have lost a part of myself as well.

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.

My father's sister never married in order to raise me.

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?

I have a sister, so I know-that relationship, it's all about fairness: you want your sibling to have exactly what you have-the same amount of toys, the same number of meatballs on your spaghetti, the same share of love. But being a mother is completely different. You want your child to have more than you ever did. You want to build a fire underneath her and watch her soar. It's bigger than words.

There can be no situation in life in which the conversation of my dear sister will not administer some comfort to me.

Sisters don't need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs - that can undermine any tale you're telling.

Sisters share the scent and smells... the feel of a common childhood.

An older sister is a friend and defender - a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.

A younger sister is someone to use as a guinea-pig in trying sledges and experimental go-carts. Someone to send on messages to Mum. But someone who needs you - who comes to you with bumped heads, grazed knees, tales of persecution. Someone who trusts you to defend her. Someone who thinks you know the answers to almost everything.

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.

Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five.

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.

When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?

My sister Liza and I have never felt that we were in competition.

It was around 4 p.m. in the afternoon. I was just taking a nap. Luckily, my sister was home.

It has not been an easy cross to bear. It has caused considerable confusion. My husband constantly complained about the awkwardness of being married to a woman whom he called Sister.

There's no better friend than a sister...

Sisters, as you know, also have a unique relationship. This is the person who has known you your entire life, who should love you and stand by you no matter what, and yet it's your sister who knows exactly where to drive the knife to hurt you the most.

May and I are sisters. We'll always fight, but we'll always make up as well. That's what sisters do: we argue, we point out each other's frailties, mistakes, and bad judgment, we flash the insecurities we've had since childhood, and then we come back together. Until the next time.

We hug, but there are no tears. For every awful thing that's been said and done, she is my sister. Parents die, daughters grow up and marry out, but sisters are for life. She is the only person left in the world who shares my memories of our childhood, our parents, our Shanghai, our struggles, our sorrows, and, yes, even our moments of happiness and triumph. My sister is the one person who truly knows me, as I know her. The last thing May says to me is 'When our hair is white, we'll still have our sister love.

It is true, we do not like to lose a good, kind companion, a wife, a husband, a child, a brother, a sister, or any of our near and dear friends or relatives; but we have to do it, and it is right and proper that we should. They go a little before us; when we get there they will receive and welcome us and say, "God bless you, you have come at last." That is the way I look at it. I ex pect to strike hands and embrace my friends who have gone before.

Freedom and Justice are twin sisters.

Nobody fights you like your own sister; nobody else knows the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.

Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.

And I'm at college right now, so it gives me a chance to go home and spent more time with my sister and with the family, and that's the best reward.

The character can't go any further. She's slept with her brother-in-law, driven her sister to drink, become a blackmailer. What else is left?

The children of thy elect sister greet thee. Amen.

The good deed you do today For a brother or sister in need Will come back to you some day For humanity's a circle in deed.

The financials bottomed out in mid-October. Now everybody and their sister is saying they've got to buy them. There's a perception that the yield on the 10-year note is not going that much higher.

(The film) came with the idea that (my sister and I) would adapt the stories of Joyce Carol Oates. I had read three different short stories of hers. And so what I wanted to do was to find a way to link all of her stories together. It ended up definitely being an adaptation, but also our own sort of overall story. We were just trying to imagine the life of that character.

There is no time like the old time, when you and I were young!

The chilly December day! two shivering bicycle mechanics from Dayton, Ohio first felt their homemade contraption whittled out of hickory sticks, gummed together with Arnstein's bicycle cement, stretched with muslin they'd sewn on their sister's sewing machine in their own backyard on Hawthorn Street in Dayton, Ohio, soar into the air above the dunes and the wide beach at Kitty Hawk.

It was post war. It was very gray, very dreary. Everything was still rationed when I first saw the United States in 1951. I went over to visit my sister who was a war bride.

In 1792, my Sister told me, I was growing out of my senses.

We are sisters. We will always be sisters. Our differences may never go away, but neither, for me, will our song.

…she'll go and fall in love, and there's an end of peace and fun, and cozy times together.

Help one another is part of the religion of our sisterhood.

I finally moved out of my parent's house. It was only fair to let my sister have her own room.

"I'm not going anywhere," she told me that night. But until we are old ladies-a cypress age, a Sawtooth age-I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of love.

Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.

Ignore reality, there's nothing you can do about it.

Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.

A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves - a special kind of double.

Siblings: children of the same parents, each of whom is perfectly normal until they get together.

I'm the youngest of six children; both of my sisters are housewives and they each have four kids.

Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.

The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face.

When called to the Council of the Twelve, October 4, 1963, he said in the Salt Lake Tabernacle: I think of a little sister, a French-Canadian sister, whose life was changed by the missionaries as her spirit was touched. As she said good-by to me and my wife in Quebec, she said, "President Monson, I may never see the Prophet. I may never hear the Prophet. But President, far better, now that I am a member of this Church, I can obey the Prophet."

Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.

We have tried you citizens; we are trying you now, and you have a couple of dollars for the sorrowing mothers, brothers and sisters by way of a charity gift.

We know one another's faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar. We have been banded together under pack codes and tribal laws.

Sisterhood is powerful.

Sisters in Crime now has more than 4,000 members worldwide.

My sisters are my favorite people on earth.

I have three sisters and I've always wanted a brother, so I was really interested in that notion.

A father may turn his back on his child, … . but a mother's love endures through all.

Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?

Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.

She was in fear for her life, ... She had been told many times by Rafael that if she left him that harm would be done to her sister in Guatemala, or once she got to the United States that her mother would be harmed.

She's my sister friend and I pray for her and her children. Everybody, please give a good thought, a positive thought for Coretta.

Here I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange.

Last week I stated that this woman was the ugliest woman I had ever seen. I have since been visited by her sister and now wish to withdraw that statement.

My son is in love with Africa , so he has been asking for an African brother or sister .

My sister wanted to be an actress. She never made it, but she does live in a trailer... so she got halfway. She's an actress, she's just never called to the set.

Time, we know, is relative. You can travel light years through the stars and back, and if you do it at the speed of light then, when you return, you may have aged mere seconds while your twin brother or sister will have aged twenty, thirty, forty or however many years it is, depending on how far you traveled. This will come to you as a profound shock, particularly if you didn't know you had a twin brother or sister.

A ministering angel shall my sister be.

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

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

Sister, you're trying to keep me alive as an old curiosity, but I'm done, I'm finished, I'm going to die.

My sister and I never engaged in sibling rivalry. Our parents weren't that crazy about either one of us.

I should fear the infinite power and inflexible justice of the almighty mortal hardly as yet apotheosized, so wholly masculine, with no sister Juno, no Apollo, no Venus, nor Minerva, to intercede for me, thumoi phileousa te, kedomene te.

One does not arise from such a book as Sister Carrie with a smirk of satisfaction; one leaves it infinitely touched.

She is the mother I never had, she is the sister everybody would want. She is the friend that everybody deserves. I don't know a better person.

Just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them.

Sisters make the best friends in the world.

I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see. I sought my God, but my God eluded me. I sought my brother and I found all three ...

I don't believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers. It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.

Brothers and sisters, friends and enemies: I just can't believe that everyone in here is a friend and I don't want to leave anybody out.

Women opened the windows of my eyes and the doors of my spirit. Had it not been for the woman-mother, the woman-sister, and the woman-friend, I would have been sleeping among those who seek the tranquility of the world with their snoring.

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.

England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?

Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.