The mildest, drowsiest sister has been known to turn tiger if her sibling is in trouble.
Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk.
There can be no situation in life in which the conversation of my dear sister will not administer some comfort to me.
Sisters are always drying their hair. Locked into rooms, alone, they pose at the mirror, shoulders bare, trying this way and that their hair, or fly importunate down the stair to answer the telephone.
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 function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other.
We acquire friends and we make enemies, but our sisters come with the territory.
When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?
You keep your past by having sisters. As you get older, they’re the only ones who don’t get bored if you talk about your memories.
A sister is both your mirror and your opposite.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.
The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend.
Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.
Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.
Elder sisters never can do younger ones justice!
A loyal sister is worth a thousand friends.
A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.
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.
A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.
We are sisters. We will always be sisters.Our differences may never go away, but neither, for me, will our song.
Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister?
How do people make it through life without a sister?
An older sister is a friend and defender – a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.
Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.
A ministering angel shall my sister be.
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 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.