She wouldn't climb out of the bed for her sister, but she had climbed into a crater. She wouldn't cross a room, but she had crossed a continent.
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We were secret sisters with a plan for world domination, potential bubbling around us like champagne.
At this point, none of us are sure why we fight. We’re sisters. We need no good reason to fight, even though we have plenty of them.
Nobody fights you like your own sister; nobody else knows the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.
For a moment we glared at each other, stubborn as cats on the stable wall, full of mutual resentment and something darker, the old sense between sisters that there is only really room in the world for one girl. The sense that every fight could be to the death.
We're not doing anything until I find my sister,' I say
No matter what, they always had each other. How did people get through life without sisters?
In photographs of us together, she is always looking at the camera, and I am always looking at her.
I know you don't want to be me. But I'd hate for you to ever feel like you're in my shadow. You're not and you never will be. You are awesome, and there is some kind of amazing future waiting for you.
She's my little sister. Mine to torture and mine to protect.
A young lady's most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.
And I felt closer to you. Because you knew me so much better than I'd realized - and still loved me.
But what Mom never told me is that along the way, you find sisters, and they find you. Girls are cool that way.
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.
For there is no friend like a sister In calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters down, To strengthen whilst one stands
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?
One woman is a tiny divine spark in a timeless sisterhood tapestry collective; All of us are Wild Women.
Women make love by admiring each other, studying and envying each other and mixing it all up in a pot of devotion.
As Celia bent over the paper, Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. Celia understood the action. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong, and Celia pardoned her. Since they could remember, there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind toward…
What do I care for life when you are dead?