…she’ll go and fall in love, and there’s an end of peace and fun, and cozy times together.
A ministering angel shall my sister be.
A sibling may be the keeper of one’s identity, the only person with the keys to one’s unfettered, more fundamental self.
A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves – a special kind of double.
A sister is a forever friend.
A sister is a friend you don’t have to avoid the truth with.
A sister is one of the nicest things you can have, and one of the best thing you can be.
A sister smiles when one tells one’s stories – for she knows where the decoration has been added.
A toast once heard: To my big sister, who never found her second Easter egg until I’d found my first.
An older sister helps one remain half child, half woman.
Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.
Bond is stronger than blood. The family grows stronger by bond.
Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet.
Brothers and sisters are one of the constant things in the lives of many people.
Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply.
