Soul Sister Quotes Novels & Stories

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ Âme sœur ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs ᴏɴᴇ sᴏᴜʟ" "If she's your sister, she's my wife" the same line was ringing inside her head, it felt so foreign to her Her cheeks had turned a bright red shade Shivay cleared his throat gaining back everyone's attention "Get out all of you now," said Shivay

"I have an elder sister, and that girl hasn't for once taken my side in anything. She doesn't even try to protect me when I've done something wrong, and my parents are punishing me. Oh, what I would do to have a sister like you!" "I've never seen a pure soul like you in my entire years of living. The world would be a better place if we had more people like you!" "I agree with the comment above mine, Ms. Fairchild. But we all know you're a pure soul who loves your sister very much despite how badly she treats you. But people might misinterpret this video into thinking you're siding with her."

I looked at my parents. “Do you want to know why I’m getting home so late tonight? A client forced me to down an entire bottle of hard liquor. I was in the washroom puking my guts out. “And while I was out there breaking my back, I saw my own sister showing off the apartment you bought her. It’s the one I’ve been working really hard to afford but will never, ever have! Daphne stood up and said in a shrill voice, “Lina, how can you talk to Mom and Dad like that? They’ve sacrificed so much to raise us—”

She was silent, and he went on, speaking half to himself. “There was that guy in the trenches. Trofim . . . an older guy, an intellectual. They were coming for him, but he was lucky—led an attack, got a bullet in the head. Clean death. He was telling me that words cast shadows and these shadows get together and weave a world for themselves and live in it, not knowing that they are shadows of our thoughts, feelings, loves, and hates. He also said that a shadow is the body of a soul. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives the reflection of his life, and dies the reflection of his death . . . ” “What are you talking about?” Svetlana whispered.

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos

I wasn't exactly in the mood for her chatter, but something compelled me to pick up the call, my voice flat as I said, "Hey..." "Hey, sister..." Olivia's voice dripped with sarcasm, the endearment a stark contrast to her usual venom. I raised an eyebrow, surprised by the rare display of faux affection. But before I could respond, she dropped the act, her tone sharpening to its usual cutting edge: "I can never be a sister to a loser." The familiar phrase stung a well-rehearsed barb designed to pierce my self-worth. I braced myself for the inevitable verbal sparring match, my defenses on high alert.

"There is nothing that I can do until she finds out what Chelsea wants her to do." "What are you saying? Can't you say a spell or something and make my little sister appear and make her tell us what this task is. If I talk to her, I'm sure she will listen." The seer laughed and I saw Logan's face scrunch up in anger. "Patience young Alpha. The souls of the dead are fragile and are never to be disturbed. They talk to whom they wish and if your sister didn't make herself known to you, there is nothing in the world that can make her talk to you, even now. Hazel will just have to listen to what she says and keep communicating with her."

"Who is she?" Ava's smile brightens considerably. "Lisa. My younger sister." I turn, taken by surprise at her words. I know Lisa. I come here most of the time to listen to her soul-lifting songs. She sings about family, love, forgiveness, lust and sex. She's a music goddess. I had no idea she had a family because she never mentioned them in the interview. "You look surprised. I told you I have a sister over the phone."

“Except for Lance, you are the one I trust most, Sabrina.” Feeling the embrace tighten around me, she said, “I love you with all my heart, my sibling, my sister, Celine.” “I love you too, my soul sister, my gorgeous, always beautiful, Sabrina.”

"If our souls join there might not be a you or a me left. We could just become code in the air." Maya pointed toward the Sister. The girl who looked like Maya was crawling toward the center of the tower. Her white coat was burned black. Her silver hands were moving fast. She was trying to plug the broken gold wires into her own neck. She was laughing. It was an broken sound. It made Maya feel very cold inside. "I am the future!" the Sister shrieked. "You are meat and bone. Even if this tower falls I am in the satellite. I am in the clouds. You cannot delete a thought."