Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.
Did you find yourself?" "What?" said my sister. "Did you find yourself?" "She found me," I said.
A woman may be a mother, a sister, a business woman, or she may own a business. Woman do many things, and it is important that we do it with grace and style.
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.
Ireland and England are like two sisters; I would have them embrace like one brother.
Alice! You know I love you like a sister!" "Words. " she growled.
Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
When called to the Council of the Twelve, October 4, 1963, he said in the Salt Lake Tabernacle: I think of a little sister, a French-Canadian sister, whose life was changed by the missionaries as her spirit was touched. As she said good-by to me and my wife in Quebec, she said, "President Monson, I may never see the Prophet. I may never hear the Prophet. But President, far better, now that I am a member of this Church, I can obey the Prophet. "
When you want to court a woman, court her sister first
More than Santa Claus, your sister knows when you've been bad and good.
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.
My sister and I are opposites in many ways. She is six feet tall, while I'm five feet four.
I do have a sister - I have two sisters.
My sister has the heart of an artist with a hatchet and an eye patch. And I, we both now know, have a heart that is undeniably, irreparably different.
…she'll go and fall in love, and there's an end of peace and fun, and cozy times together.
My dear sister, I hope, when God Almighty in his righteous providence shall take me out of time into eternity, that it will be by a flash of lightning.
Going out in Paris was like going out in the '30s dressed like the Andrews Sisters. It was everything I'd seen in books at my grandparents' house, only it was our generation.
In 1792, my Sister told me, I was growing out of my senses.
When I was very young I was the ugly duckling. I had a lot of complexes. My sister was wonderful and I was nothing.
Please tell me you did not bring me out here so you could tell me a very boring story about your sister.