Obstinacy is the sister of constancy, at least in vigor and stability.
When I was about 3, my grandfather used to give me and my sister a nickel to sit out on the front porch with him and sing songs.
My sister started acting professionally when she was twelve, but I wanted to go to college first.
I had lost relationships with my dad, my brother and sister and I was just like, you know what, this is definitely the time to just get it together and so that's what I did.
My great-grandfather used to say to his wife, my great-grandmother, who in turn told her daughter, my grandmother, who repeated it to her daughter, my mother, who used to remind her daughter, my own sister, that to talk well and eloquently was a very great art, but that an equally great one was to know the right moment to stop.
If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?
Foolishness is indeed the sister of wickedness.
She is the mother I never had, she is the sister everybody would want. She is the friend that everybody deserves. I don't know a better person.
One of the best things about being an adult is the realization that you can share with your sister and still have plenty for yourself.
Persistence is the twin sister of excellence. One is a matter of quality the other, a matter of time.