#sisters

I'm the oldest and I've got two sisters. ↗

— Lisa Snowdon

#i #oldest #sisters #two

My sisters were going out with artists and poets, and eventually it was the creative world which attracted me. ↗

— Luc Ferrari

#attracted #creative #eventually #going #me

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone? ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#loss #sisters #death

We were never organized readers who would see a book through to its end in any sory of logical order. We weave in and out of words like tourists on a hop-on, hop-off bus tour. Put a book down in the kitchen to go to the bathroom and you might return to find it gone, replaced by another of equal interest. We are indiscriminate. ↗

— Eleanor Brown

#readers #reading #sisters #equality

I wanted only a familiar voice, someone who knew me. Not some earlier, larval version of myself. . . ↗

— Jennifer Haigh

#companionship #family #growing-up #secrets #sisters

There once was a girl who found herself dead. She peered over the ledge of heaven and saw that back on earth her sister missed her too much, was way too sad, so she crossed some paths that would not have crossed, took some moments in her hand shook them up and spilled them like dice over the living world. It worked. The boy with the guitar collided with her sister. "There you go, Len," she whispered. "The rest is up to you. ↗

— Jandy Nelson

#grief #heaven #sisters #death

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... ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#sisters #family

They called each other family and that’s what they were—sisters. Many people in the world had family of the heart, kin by choice rather than by blood, and hers had come along in her darkest hour and saved her life. ↗

— Christine Feehan

#heart #sisters #family

It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. Father said that. That Christ was not crucified: he was worn away by a minute clicking of little wheels. That had no sister. ↗

— William Faulkner

#regret #sisters #family

you, who must leave everything/ that you cannot control/ it begins with your family, but soon it comes round/ to your soul/ well, I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned/ when you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says/ that youve sinned ↗

— Leonard Cohen

#family