An older sister is a friend and defender - a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.
Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.
Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.
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.
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.
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.
Elder sisters never can do younger ones justice!
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.
More than Santa Claus, your sister knows when you've been bad and good.
One of the best things about being an adult is the realization that you can share with your sister and still have plenty for yourself.
Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five.
You can kid the world, but not your sister.
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?
A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves - a special kind of double.
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?
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.
In thee my soul shall own combined the sister and the friend.
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.
We may look old and wise to the outside world. But to each other, we are still in junior school.
If your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she's wearing your best sweater.
Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.
Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.
Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.
There can be no situation in life in which the conversation of my dear sister will not administer some comfort to me.
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