Henri said our names were fitting because we were destined to be together in our old age, like our great-great-aunts. Two gray old ladies in the bodies of teenage girls. Someday we’d live in a big house with faded curtains, a dozen or so cats, and a handful of our marbles long ago lost. On all accounts–our destiny, her clairvoyance, and our soon-to-be missing marbles– I believed her. Jessica Taylor
This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like...
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Marilyn Monroe
There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.
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Shannon L. Alder
For there is no friend like a sister In calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters down, To strengthen whilst one stands
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Christina Rossetti
We hug, but there are no tears. For every awful thing that's been said and done, she is my sister. Parents die, daughters grow up and marry out, but sisters are for life. She is the only person left in the world who shares my...
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Lisa See
A sister is a dearest friend, a closest enemy, and an angel at the time of need.
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Debasish Mridha
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Henri said our names were fitting because we were destined to be together in our old age, like our great-great-aunts. Two gray old ladies in the bodies of teenage girls. Someday we’d live in a big house with faded curtains, a dozen or so cats,...
Henri held herself as if only her arms could keep her pieced together, and I saw that behind all her fake control–throwing herself at a teacher, carving our dad out of her heart–was something fragile. I wish we’d seen it sooner–my dad and Mr. Flynn,...
She ran a streak of foundation under each eye, highlighter down the bridge of her nose, and bronzer beneath each cheekbone–a layer of armor before battle. Because that’s what these parties were to her, a war on all the heartbreaking boys in the San Francisco...
Now our father lived in a world where we didn’t belong, with a needy girlfriend who didn’t look much older than Henri, a saltwater pool in need of daily skimming, and a flashy Porsche that needed to be raced around the roads of wine country....
Nobody could hold the same place in your heart as your sister. Love or hate her, she was the only person who grew up exactly like you, who knew the secrets of your household–the laughter that only the walls of your house contained or the...
