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“Don't die, Violet. I'd hate to be an only child.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“The child inside Julia lay wide-eyed in the dark, knowing that she was Jo, but only because Sylvie was Beth.”
― Ann Napolitano, Hello Beautiful

“Stroking Feyre's cold hand, Nesta spoke into the timeless, frozen room, 'You loved me when no one else would. You never stopped. Even when I didn't deserve it, you loved me, and fought for me, and...' Nesta looked at Feyre's face, Death a breath away from claiming it. She didn't stop the tears that ran down her cheeks as she squeezed Feyre's slender hand tighter. 'I love you, Feyre.'

She had never said the words aloud. To anyone.

'I love you,' Nesta whispered. 'I love you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“I think I'm just as loyal to my sister whether I've had a letter from her or not,' I counter. 'There are bonds that can't be broken.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Two days ago, birdsong filled the air, which smelled of promise and upcoming summer.

So much for that. Instead, she awoke to another blizzard.

Welcome to the Lowlands, where spring is merely a two-degree warmer extension of winter.”
― Madisyn Carlin, Shattered Reaction

“Never get bitter, life is a medley of good and bad ingredients.”
― Norah Ann Marler

“Your beast's little trick didn't work on me,' she said with quiet steel. 'Apparently, an iron will is all it takes to keep a glamour from digging in. So I had to watch as Father and Elain went from sobbing hysterics into nothing. I had to listen to them talk about how lucky it was for you to be taken to some made-up aunt's house, how some winter wind had shattered our door. And I thought I'd gone mad- but every time I did, I would look at that painted part of the table, then at the claw marks farther down, and know it wasn't in my head.'

I'd never heard of a glamour not working. But Nesta's mind was so entirely her own; she had put up such strong walls- of steel and iron and ash wood- that even a High Lord's magic couldn't pierce them.

'Elain said- said you went to visit me, though. That you tried.'

Nesta snorted, her face grave and full of that long-simmering anger that she could never master. 'He stole you away into the night, claiming some nonsense about the Treaty. And then everything went on as if it had never happened. It wasn't right. None of it was right.'

My hands slackened at my sides. 'You went after me,' I said. 'You went after me- to Prythian.'

'I got to the wall. I couldn't find a way through.'

I raised a shaking hand to my throat. 'You trekked two days there and two days back- through the winter woods?'

She shrugged, looking at the sliver she'd pried from the table. 'I hired that mercenary from town to bring me a week after you were taken. With the money from your pelt. She was the only one who seemed like she would believe me.'

'You did that- for me?'

Nesta's eyes- my eyes, our mother's eyes- met mine. 'It wasn't right,' she said again. Tamlin had been wrong when we'd discussed whether my father would have ever come after me- he didn't possess the courage, the anger. If anything, he would have hired someone to do it for him. But Nesta had gone with that mercenary. My hateful, cold sister had been willing to brave Prythian to rescue me.
...
I looked at my sister, really looked at her, at this woman who couldn't stomach the sycophants who now surrounded her, who had never spent a day in the forest but had gone into wolf territory... Who had shrouded the loss of our mother, then our downfall, in icy rage and bitterness, because the anger had been a lifeline, the cruelty a release. But she had cared- beneath it, she had cared, and perhaps loved more fiercely that I could comprehend, more deeply and loyally.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Perhaps all sisters had difficulties, fights, chasms between them... What had occurred in the past did not have to dictate the future.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Later, as the sisters grew, Esther hyperfocused on their differences, but as a little kid she'd been far more hypnotised by their sameness. They both loved chewing lemon peels and watermelon rinds, loved pictures of goats but not actual goats, loved putting sand in their hair so they could scratch it out later, loved watching their parents slow-dance in the living room to Motown records. They loved the sound of the wind, the sound of breaking ice, the sound of coyotes calling on the mountain.

They disliked zippers, ham, the word 'milk', flute music, the gurgling sound of the refrigerator, Cecily's long weekends away, Abe's insistence on regular chess matches, and days with no clouds. They disliked the boxes of books that came to their door daily or were lugged home by their father, disliked their dusty lonesome smell and how they consumed Abe's attention. They disliked when their parents closed the bedroom door and fought in whispers. They hated the phrase 'half sister.' There had been no half about it.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“You still have no idea what it was like for me- to be on the verge of starvation for months at a time. And you can call her a glutton all you like, but I have sisters, too, and I remember what it felt like to return home without any food.' I calmed my heaving chest, and that force beneath my skin stirred, undulating along my bones. 'So maybe she'll spend all that money on stupid things- maybe she and her sisters have no self-control. But I'm not going to take that chance and let them starve, because of some ridiculous rule that your ancestors invented.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“We were all just trying to save someone. It was a state of loving, despite instead of loving because.”
― Kelly S. Thompson, Still, I Cannot Save You: A Memoir of Sisterhood, Love, and Letting Go

“Sisters come back to one another, I think. When they're ready.”
― Kelly S. Thompson, Still, I Cannot Save You: A Memoir of Sisterhood, Love, and Letting Go

“I had never thought more that we were two halves of the same girl.”
― Heather Redmond, Death and the Sisters

“But I did remember lying down on the beaskin rug once it was done. How I felt Elain's slim body settle next to mine and curl into my side, careful not to touch the bandaged wound in my shoulder. I had not realised how cold I was until her warmth seeped into me.

A moment later, another warm body nestled on my left. Nesta's scent drifted over me, fire and steel and unbending will.

Distantly, I heard Rhys usher everyone out- to join him in checking on Azriel, now under Thesan's care.

I didn't know how long my sisters and I lay there together, just like we had once shared that carved bed in that dilapidated cottage. Then- back then, we had kicked and twisted and fought for any bit of space, any breathing room.

But that morning, as the son rose over the world, we held tight. And did not let go.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“She'd been prepared to offer the only thing she had to barter to Tomas, if it would have kept Elain from starving. Would have sold her body on the street to anyone who'd pay her enough to feed her sister. Her body had meant nothing to her- nothing, she'd told herself as she'd felt her options closing in. Elain meant everything.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Her sister's eyes slid to her. Nesta swallowed, holding Feyre's gaze. She prayed that her sister could read the silent words on her face. I am sorry for what I said to you in Amren's apartment. I am truly sorry.

Feyre's eyes softened. And then, to Nesta's shock, Feyre answered in her mind, Don't worry about it.

Nesta steeled herself, shaking off her surprise. She'd forgotten that her sister was... What was the word? Daemati. Able to mind-speak, as Rhys could. Nesta said, heart thundering, I spoke in anger, and I'm sorry.

Feyre's pause was considerable. Then she said, the words like the first rays of dawn, I forgive you.

Nesta tried not to sag.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Sisters may walk on different paths, but they're never farther than a heartstring.”
― Julia Ash, Find Them

“We will always be sisters. Our differences may never go away, but neither, for me, will our song.”
― Nancy Kelton

“Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Arya, hate those who would truly do us harm. Septa Mordane is a good woman, and Sansa...Sansa is your sister. 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...and I need both of you, gods help me.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“I have always thought that sisters have a way of communicating, no matter what keeps them apart.”
― Kelly S. Thompson, Still, I Cannot Save You: A Memoir of Sisterhood, Love, and Letting Go

“You have no idea the complexity of the bond we have built. She is all I have.”
― Justice Tilsher, The Space Between the Seasons

“Nesta took a breath. And when I beheld my sister, with her somehow magnified beauty, her ears... When Nesta looked at me...

Rage. Power. Cunning.

Then it was gone, horror and shock crumpling her face, but she didn't pause, didn't halt. She was free- she was loose.

She was on her feet, tripping over her slightly longer, leaner limbs, ripping the gag from her mouth-

Nesta slammed into Lucien, grabbing Elain from his arms, and screamed at him as he fell back, 'Get off her!'

Elain's feet slipped against the floor, but Nesta gripped her upright, running her hands over Elain's face, her shoulders, her hair- 'Elain, Elain, Elain,' she sobbed.

Cassian again stirred- trying to rise, to answer Nesta's voice as she held my sister and cried her name again and again.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Nesta looked to me- and I could have sworn fear shone there, and guilt and... some other feeling. 'You told me to run.'

'You're my sister,' was all I said. She'd once tried to cross the wall to save me.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Hungry for love, the only way she knew how to get it was give it back in abundance to her little sister.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“With the last of my magic, I pledge to help Pinocchio become a real boy." She extended her hand to Chiara. "You remember what happened when our magics came together and struck your dove?"
As if on cue, Chiara's white dove flew past them and landed on Ilaria's arm.
"She came to life," Chia murmured. "Thanks to the two of us."
"It takes two to make miracles happen," said Ily. "Will you do the honors?"
Taking in a deep breath, Chiara nodded, and together, hand in hand, the sisters approached the lifeless Pinocchio.
Prove yourself brave, truthful, and unselfish, and someday you will be a real boy. She touched her wand to Pinocchio's head. "Awake, Pinocchio. Awake."
Magic brimmed across the young boy's still body, bringing him to life. His cheeks turned rosy, and his wooden nose became one made of flesh, the nails in his knees and elbows turning into joints and bone and muscle. Gone were his donkey ears and tail.
"Papa!" he spoke. "Papa, I'm alive!"
Geppetto rose from the sand, unable to believe his ears. But when he saw his dearest Pinocchio a real boy, his tears of sorrow turned to joy. He scooped his boy into his arms. "My son," he whispered. "You've come home."
Chiara watched them, her heart full of relief and gladness. This was what made her love being a fairy--- the tender moments of joy, the proof that hope was never in vain.”
― Elizabeth Lim, When You Wish Upon a Star

“Nesta's throat constricted, and she surveyed the swaying cherry blossoms overhead. Elain would love this place. So many flowers, all in bloom, so much green- the light, vibrant green of new grass- so many birds singing and such warm, buttery sunshine. Nesta felt like a storm cloud standing amid it all. But Elain... The Spring Court had been made for someone like her.

Too bad her sister refused to see her. Nesta would have told Elain to visit this place.

And too bad the lord who ruled these lands was a piece of shit.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“You have to get to safety, Violet. I love you. Don't die. I'd hate to be an only child.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“In a way I was raised with three parents, my older sister always wanting to mother me
instead of sister me.”
― Anne Marie Wells, Survived By: A Memoir in Verse + Other Poems

“Even without understanding the words, her sister's voice hit Joanna like a hammer against glass. It was unchanged, that voice. It sounded like Joanna's childhood, sunlit and safe and gone.”
― Emma Törzs, Ink Blood Sister Scribe

“I wrote this story because I needed to, when, so many years after losing my sister, I found myself daily, hourly sometimes, being touched by life in some way that brought up her "missing-ness." Like an invisible shard in my heart, it doesn't show when you look at me, but there it sits, in the center of my chest, a shard now turned to crystal that casts its light and color over my life. Inside that crystal, Kathy is still with me. I know I am not alone in this experience.”
― Maureen Callahan Smith