Cali Rae Turner
The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend.
If you don’t understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child.
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.
She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she’s the reason you wish you were an only child.
What’s the good of news if you haven’t a sister to share it?
If your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she’s wearing your best sweater.
To have a loving relationship with a sister is not simply to have a buddy or a confident; it is to have a soul mate for life.
Sisters are probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.
My sister taught me everything I need to know, and she was only in the sixth grade at the time.
Marion C Garretty
A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.
What sets sisters apart from brothers and also from friends is a very intimate meshing of heart, soul and the mystical cords of memory.
Charles M Schulz
Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.
The mildest, drowsiest sister has been known to turn tiger if her sibling is in trouble.
A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.
Of two sisters, one is always the watcher, one the dancer.
Sisters function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other.
Husbands come and go; children come and eventually they go. Friends grow up and move away. But the one thing that’s never lost is your sister.
A younger sister is someone to use as a guinea pig in trying sledges and experimental go-carts. Someone to send on messages to Mum. But someone who needs you — who comes to you with bumped heads, grazed knees, tales of persecution. Someone who trusts you to defend her. Someone who thinks you know the answers to almost everything.