It's always good to have other people who you can lean on and pick you up when you're down and vice versa.

The events these two have weathered make me marvel. This is what's possible when love is real and strong, when people are devoted to one another, when they'll sacrifice anything to be together. This is what I want for myself, but I sometimes wonder if it's possible for our modern generation. We're so distracted, so…busy.

We all have scars. It's when you're honest about them that you find the people who will love you in spite of your nicks and dents. Perhaps even because of them. The people who don't. These people aren't the ones for you.

Sisters are created not by blood but by love.

May the two of you walk the shore side by side sharing sister stories for many years to come.

Maybe these are woodpile relatives? People my grandmother doesn't want to acknowledge as part of the family tree? Every clan must have a few of those.

We've been stitched together at the heart since she was born. I can't breathe in a world where she isn't near.

Even the ramparts of reputation, and ambition, and social position couldn't erase the love of sisters, their bond with one another.

The love of sisters needs no words. It does not depend on memories, or mementos, or proof. It runs as deep as a heartbeat. It is as ever present as a pulse.

No matter how much you want to cut your family out of your heart, you can't. The bond is born when you are born, like an organ in your body. There is no surgery to remove it. When it is diseased, you live with a dull ache telling you that something inside you is not right.

No lover, if he be of good faith, and sincere, will deny he would prefer to see his mistress dead than unfaithful.

When we are well, we all have good advice for those who are ill.