I know my sister like I know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind.
We hang out, we help one another, we tell one another our worst fears and biggest secrets, and then just like real sisters, we listen and don't judge.
Either this girl loses her sister, I think, or she’s going to lose herself.
Siblings fight, pull each other's hair, steal stuff, and accuse each other indiscriminately. But siblings also know the undeniable fact that they are the same blood, share the same origins, and are family. Even when they hate each other. And that tends to put all things in perspective.
There is a specific kind of fight you can only have with your sister. It’s the kind where you say things you can’t take back. You say them because you can’t help but say them, because you’re so angry it’s coming up in your throat and out your eyes; you’re so angry you can’t see straight. All you see is blood.
You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you.
Sister’s are supposed to fight and make up, because they are sisters and sisters always find their way back to each other.
Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.
Tonight Sally and Gillian will concentrate on the rain, and tomorrow on the blue sky. They will do the best they can, but they will always be the girls they once were, dressed in their black coats, walking home through the fallen leaves to a house where no one could see into the windows, and no one could see out. At twilight they will always think of those women who would do anything for love. And in spite of everything, they will discover that this, above all others, is their favorite time of day. It’s the hour when they remember everything the aunts taught them. It’s the hour they’re most grateful for.
Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.
Before she left, she hugged me again. Two in one day! I really do love my sister. Especially when she’s nice.
My sister was counting on me, and this was the first time anyone ever counted on me for anything.