We choose our friends, but never our sisters. Those come with the original packaging.
If your mother grew up with a sister, you as her daughter will grow up having another mother.
A pack of women will compete with each other tooth and nail for the prize, but at the end of the day sit around and laugh, because that is what sisters do.
A sorority is a family of sisters. You enter a house with all kinds of women, have issues and share experiences, and come out related.
Your lives are intertwined like vines on a branch. You share the same roots, the same mother tree, but go in separate ways only to find that you cannot be untangled.
If you need a good dose of reality, call your sister and ask her to tell you the truth about yourself. She will do so and then some. You will emerge as a much better person.
A true sister will hold your hair while you vomit, cradle your head when you cry, and sit with you in pajamas and eat ice cream all day when someone breaks your heart.
Women tend to travel in groups; not for safety, but for fun. It is always a delight to discover the world with your sisters.
Unlike men, women who decide upon their youth that they are sisters will stay with each other until their hair turns white up to their final breath.
When life gets you down, call your sisters. Drinking alone is okay, but having them cry with you over drinks is much better.
The eldest sister is like a satellite mother. When you are floating off in outer space away from the earth, she will provide a place of safety with supplies.
You cannot hide the truth from your sister. She will look at you up and down and assess you, and only after will she get you back for whatever you did to her or will take you into her arms to comfort you for whatever was done to you.
There is a special bond that children of the same family have: their parents, their childhoods, and no other relationship can compare.
Stronger than marriage, a vow of friendship taken by girls underneath sheets holding flashlights at a slumber party, will hold true until richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do them part.
Sisters are beyond friendship; they’re family.
With sisters, you can be your true self. You don’t have to impress them. They will love you no matter what; and even if they don’t, will still remain with you until death do you part.
An ego trip is best cured by a loving sister. She will tell you straight up, and knock you down a peg when necessary. She will open that photo album, share your embarrassing stories, and wink at you when you tell long tales— she is the bitter medicine of truth. A sister is a true champion of tough love.
A sister is not a sycophant; she will offer you the truth even if it means shoving you off your pedestal.
A sister will tell you if you look fat in that outfit. And if that shade of lipstick looks hideous on you.
When you share with another woman your hopes and fears, dreams and loves, what you receive in return is a sister.
Special bonds happen in hearts that could only be shared by sisters.
She is your treasure chest of secrets, your private confessor, and the voice that calls you out when you are being stupid.
To have a sibling- especially if the sibling is a sister- is to understand the feeling of immense affection and simultaneous homicidal thoughts. If you do not understand this feeling, you must’ve been an only child.
A younger sister is a delight, a miniature doll with which to play dress-up with while you’re children, until she grows up and plays dress-up with your clothes.
An older sister is your personal lawyer, therapist, accomplice who will share your joys and sorrows.
We make friends and create enemies but a sister will help you defend your territory.
The mysteries of sisterhood are often entangled with memory, which women have in spades, and the fondness for each other despite that fact.
Sisters differ from brothers and friends because of the intimate fact that your heart, soul, and memory are almost one and the same.
A sister’s affections is priceless; its value is above all else and nothing like it in the world.
There is nothing as beautiful as a sisterhood that day by day passes into time.