Sisterly Advice Quotes

“Well, I’m heading home,” Ibaraki announced as they were leaving the restaurant.

“Oh, yeah? About time,” Yuichi commented.

Ibaraki: “Man, you’re so cold. Aren’t you picking up my love beams?”

“Sorry, Yu, but I’m not into BL! I hope you’ll consider a pure and true hetero relationship!” Mutsuko said cheerfully.

Yuichi took a conspicuous step back.

Ibaraki: "Huh? Hey, don’t take that seriously!”
― Tsuyoshi Fujitaka, My Big Sister Lives in a Fantasy World: The World's Strongest Little Brother?!

“Everything stops and starts with "I love you", John. Set that as your cornerstone and you can build just about anything around it.”
― Lauren Blakely, My Sinful Temptation

“Do you remember those roses that Caitriona used to have in her garden? The great, puffy ones that have layers of petals that open when they bloom?"
Elspeth nodded.
Freya turned her glass thoughtfully. "Imagine that the outer petals of the rose are all of society--- everyone you don't know. And that the center where the pistil lies is you."
"I can never remember which part the pistil is," Elspeth confessed.
Freya gave her a look. "How many times did Caitriona explain this to you? The pistil is the part in the center that becomes the rose hip when it's pollinated." Her sister set aside her drink and cupped her hands together. "These are the outside of the rose, the petals that guard against the world that doesn't know you at all." She slowly opened her fingers. "Inside are more petals---they represent your acquaintances. The people whom you greet on the street or whom you might talk to at a ball. They know you, but they probably couldn't tell you that strawberry tart is your favorite pudding."
"Ohhh," Elspeth said, "I'm beginning to see." Though she still wasn't sure how the rose pertained to love.
"I hope so," Freya said. "But remember that there are even more petals beneath those." She let her hands drop as she smiled at Elspeth ruefully. "I can't demonstrate with my hands, so imagine that rose with all the petals curled each within each other. The third layer are your closest friends and family. The people you live with. The people you grew up with. They know you better than the outer two groups of petals, don't they?"
Elspeth nodded. Rings within rings, each smaller than the last, each closer to oneself.
"These people know you very well," Freya said. "They know what you like and dislike, they know the type of person you are. But there's a last ring." She wrinkled her nose. "No, not a ring. Perhaps the stamen sitting next to your pistil at the very center of the rose." For some reason, her cheeks pinked as she smiled privately. "That is the person who knows your mind and your soul and your heart.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, No Ordinary Duchess