Sisters Quotes
Something contracts in my chest. The air shifts, grows heavy and dense as mud. Alexa twists her hair around her finger and whispers, "Didn't you even try to escape, Charlotte?
I say to my sister, "I thought you were doing the things in our Dream Book. I was sure of it." "Why would I do that stuff without you?" "Because you could.""Well, you were wrong.
The two sisters were connected by neither love nor mutual affinity but by a very small bathroom that could be entered from the bedroom on either side.
Oh, my love, ' she said. 'What do the only children do?''We'll never have to know.
As anybody with two older sisters can tell you, a closed door is like a red rag to a bull. It cannot go unchallenged.
The only reason that some people aren’t ashamed of their parents and/or siblings is because they know that we know that they did not choose them.
it is strangehowsisterscanbesaviorsorstrangers& sometimesa bit of both.
No matter what, they always had each other. How did people get through life without sisters?
With the long list of supposedly health-endangering meals on our menus, ‘starving’ seems likea healthy option to have on our list of safe-to-eat meals.
Yeah, my parents are crappy, but you hurt either of my sisters and I will spend my life finding ways to destroy you.
She had a weird, fleeting thought that she wanted to eat her sister, like a sorceress in a storybook – gobble her down into her belly, keep her safe.
After all, Betty was ill and she was her sister, and she wouldn't be able to shave her legs for weeks because of the plaster.
It is true that words have power, and one of the things they are able to do is get out of someone's mouth before the speaker has the chance to stop them.
Depths of Friendship...under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold...
Courage is feeling justly afraid and yet still doing what is right.
Words don’t have the power to hurt you, unless that person meant more to you than you are willing to confess.
By nature man without woman can feel no joy. She is his mother, his sister, his loving friend. She is seldom his enemy.
That's the difference between you and Greta. She has better things to do. She gets involved in clubs, activities. She has friends. But you? You slump around in that room of yours--
History has shown us time and time again that you don't have to know someone to love them with all your heart.
Never sever ties with a family member you once loved. Each of you might be on different spiritual paths, but both trails are leading you home.
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.
How could she just leave me here to live without her? I miss her so much. I love her. I want her to grow up and become who she was meant to be. I wanted her to grow up with me.
When we were that young we invented the world, no one could tell us a thing.
There are so many battles worth fighting for. The ones not worth fighting are the insecure battles that rage in another person’s mind.
We'll see Heaven together. I promise with all my heart I'll never leave you alone.
Cruel people offer pity when they no longer feel threatened. However, kind people offer compassion and understanding regardless.
Alice will always be a beautiful mystery. It is one I am content not to solve.I can love her now in her lovely darkness." -Amalia Milthorpe
To find the books end, cross the ancient wood to the mystic isle.Until then, prepare yourselffor the coming battle. . .AND TRUST NO ONE.
She would seize every opportunity to dive into the bathroom, in a swirl of white towels, and once in there she was as hard to dislodge as a limpet from a rock.
Her father kneels and unclasps the urn. Above the waves she falls graceful as snow, my sister, my Sonora.
Saige, Mother is . . .” I briefly close my eyes and swallow, clearing my mouth from saliva. “Mother is dead.
Five years of someone's life is too much to lose over a throwaway comment.
There was a flicker of something in Greta's look. I couldn't tell whether it was a flicker of love or regret or meanness.
My sister and I are so close that we finish each other’s sentences and often wonder who’s memories belong to whom.
In photographs of us together, she is always looking at the camera, and I am always looking at her.
I'm starved." -Juli"How can you be starved? You just ate a huge bowl of popcorn." -Elspeth"Popcorn isn't food, it's popcorn." -Vicki
Reading a book is like going on a great journey. You don't know what'll happen, but something is bound to change. And for me, that change has always been good.
In a way, I was incrediibly proud of her (not that I had any intention of letting it show while I was beating the crap out of her).
I don’t know why Kate was trying to impress him, as far as I could see the guy had all the allure and social grace of a psychotic slug with halitosis and a bad head cold.
Polly had arrived in the world outraged to discover that her sisters had gotten there before her.
A nation forgetting its own laughter is in a sad state of affairs
Long have I dwelt forgotten hereIn pining woe and dull despair
Oak, granite, Lilies by the road, Remember me?I remember you.Clouds brushingClover hills, Remember me?Sister, child, Grown tall, Remember me?I remember you.