Sisters And Mothers Quotes

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.

We may look old and wise to the outside world. But to each other, we are still in junior school.

It’s hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time. How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own.

One of the best things about being an adult is the realization that you can share with your sister and still have plenty for yourself.

Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.

Elder sisters never can do younger ones justice!

Between sisters, often, the child’s cry never dies down. “Never leave me,” it says; “do not abandon me.”

Woman is the companion of man, gifted with equal mental capacity.

An older sister is a friend and defender – a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too.

Whatever you do they will love you; even if they don’t love you they are connected to you till you die. You can be boring and tedious with -sisters, whereas you have to put on a good face with friends.

Sisters don’t need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks – expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs – that can undermine any tale you’re telling.

We know one another’s faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar. We have been banded together under pack codes and tribal laws.

A toast once heard: “To my big sister, who never found her second Easter egg until I’d found my first.”

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

Ignore reality, there’s nothing you can do about it.

I am a true psychic. In my family it’s the norm. My sister and mother are always ‘in my head’ and say or do the same things I’m doing at the same time.

Sisters share the scent and smells… the feel of a common childhood.

My sister taught me everything I really need to know, and she was only in sixth grade at the time.

Of two sisters one is always the watcher, one the dancer.

Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.

There’s no better friend than a sister.

That was the thing about best friends. Like sisters and mothers, they could piss you off and make you cry and break your heart, but in the end, when the chips were down, they were there, making you laugh even in your darkest hours.

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.

It’s true that I wouldn’t have written the first book had my sister and mother been alive. It was my way of continuing our conversation. It’s also this Jewish thing of naming and remembering people, and I think there is a sense of keeping that side of life going.

I don’t believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers. It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.