No life's worth more than any other, no sister worth less than any brother.
I can only do something that my sister or my daughter, if I have one, could watch and feel positive about.
My oldest sister was an actress living in NYC by the time I was ten, and desperately wanted to be the one in charge of the words.
My sister and brother are both writers as well. We are constantly discussing story and plot lines. And I love to discuss story ideas with my husband.
I am an only child. I have one sister.
I always like to win. But I'm the big sister. I want to make sure she has everything, even if I don't have anything. It's hard. I love her too much. That's what counts.
Do you know what friendship is. . . it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.
My mother and sister must be very happy to be home with God, and I am sure their love and prayers are always with me. When I go home to God, for death is nothing else but going home to God, the bond of love will be unbroken for all eternity.
One does not arise from such a book as Sister Carrie with a smirk of satisfaction; one leaves it infinitely touched.
I have a 92 year old father whose doing beautifully who lives in Chicago and a sister and a nephew and a niece and I love coming back and try to do so fairly often.
Certes, je sortirai quant a' moi satisfait D'un monde o u' l'action n'est pas la soeur du re" ve. Indeed, for my part, I shall be happy to leave A world where action is not sister to the dream.
Sister, I won't ask for forgiveness, my sins are all I have.
Let me tell you, sisters, seeing dried egg on a plate in the morning is a lot dirtier than anything I've had to deal with in politics.
Not everyone is your brother or sister in the faith, but everyone is your neighbor, and you must love your neighbor.
I have little sister Lola, she is small and very funny.
My sister has the heart of an artist with a hatchet and an eye patch. And I, we both now know, have a heart that is undeniably, irreparably different.
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.
Oh yes. Draw your hem back from my mud, little sister.
Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what your sister said when--
Fletcher appeared beside her. He peered at the baby. "Can it do any tricks yet?" "I'm still working on it. Want to hold her?" "God, no," Fletcher said laughing. "I'd drop it. " "It's not an it, it's my baby sister. Go on, hold her. You won't make a mess of it, i swear. Only an idiot could drop a baby. " "You always say I am an idiot. " "But you're a special kind of idiot. Here. " She passed Alice into his arms, and he stood there, rigid, a look of intense concentration on his face.