It’s a commonly expressed and rather nice, romantic notion that we are all “sisters” and “brothers.”Let’s be real. Fact is, we might be better served to accept that we are all siblings.Siblings fight, pull each...

I have a comic character – my sister said that I’m the victim of every joke I tell.

Love is the sister to Truth, but they differ in two ways. You must go to Truth to find her. She will never come looking for you. However, you are never to go looking for...

At the snowy summit of all these things, however, is the fact that you simply cannot go about locking your siblings in towers when they misbehave. It is unseemly and betrays a sad lack of...

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.

…grief is loved turned into an eternal missing. …It can’t be contained in hours or days or minutes.

I want you never to make that statement again.

When I was nine, I was diagnosed with an irregular heartbeat and was prescribed beta blockers, which had the side effect of turning my skin green. Looking like Shrek’s little sister at school wasn’t the...

I wanted to be a composer before anything else. And my sister was listening to Led Zeppelin in the other room! When I heard that, it was a game-changer.

Coming back last time to the house she grew up in, Isabel had been reminded of the darkness that had descended with her brothers’ deaths, how loss had leaked all over her mother’s life like...

In the beginning we start with roses. The king’s flower right? Only they wilt in less than a day, especially when exposed to the elements. But Carnations? Oh, what a beautiful flower. They come in...

… on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she’d cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile...

You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he’s really just hoping he makes it all the way...

However hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels…

All I want is for her to suffer a painful, horrifying death. And for her head to be on a spike in front of my castle. That’s all I want.

I don’t know what she is now. A stranger, mostly. It’s as if she has become a part of a different world, one that doesn’t include me anymore….

I think I know what he is REALLY doing in there… and thinking about ME while doing it.” (continuing) “But when he thinks of me, he thinks: sister! Think: Byblis! BYBLIS! I don’t think of...

You must recognize that the way to get the good out of your brother and your sister is not to return evil for evil.

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

I don’t feel the need to explain my actions to her. I don’t clarify, I don’t doubt, I don’t worry. I don’t tell her everything, not anymore, but I tell her more than anyone else,...

Hasten Little Maiden…stop and listenfor pearls of wisdomstop and listen as the river glistens…

I was really surprised when I was told that my grandmother did not come to see me till a month after my birth. I was born seven years after my only sister Chandranshu, and my...

If you say so.

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).

Never hold resentments for the person who tells you what you need to hear; count them among your truest, most caring, and valuable friends.

Will the veiled sister pray for Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and oppose thee, Those who are torn on the horn between season and season, time and time, between Hour and hour,...

Women are lot more stronger then men, not just mentally but even physically, not only do they look beautiful in any form, but are also blessed with there caring nature which they have by birth.....

when she speaks to her sister or friend ,her voice is different.when she speak to me-it is only mine!i wish she could know it

My sister and I are so close that we finish each other’s sentences and often wonder who’s memories belong to whom.

Were you aware that my sister looks like my brother? They both look nonexistent.

My grandmother was a teacher, my sister was a teacher, my daughter was a teacher and is now a superintendent in northern California, and my son-in-law is a high school principal. I am surrounded.

The bittersweet about truth is that nothing could be more hurtful, yet nothing could be more helpful.

Just always remember to listen to your heart’s song…it will keep you alive