A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.
~ Marion C. Garretty
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.

— Barbara Alpert
We Are Sisters. We Will Always Be Sisters.
My sister taught me everything I need to know,
and she was only in the second grade at the time.
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You can't think how I depend on you,
and when you're not there
the color goes out of my life.
— Virginia Woolf - to her sister



There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by this utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
— Iris Murdoch
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We are more than just acquaintances...
it's as if we are cut from the same fabric.
Even though we appear to be sewn
in a different pattern,
we have a common thread that won't be broken -
by people or years or distance.
— Anon
My sister is my heart.
She opens doors to rooms
I never knew were there,
Breaks through walls
I don't recall building.
She lights my darkest corners
With the sparkle in her eyes.
— Anon
SISTERS


When Nan and I were little
we sometimes used to fight:
she'd read my secret diary
and I would scratch and bite.

If she pulled up the window shade
I would want it down;
if she wore short pajamas
I'd wear a long nightgown.

But then we learned it's better
to have a sister-friend,
someone beside you in the dark,
someone to hold your hand.

Now we're glad my hair is long
and hers is short and curled.
The difference doesn't matter:
we're two against the world.


— Ruth Whitman
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