Twin Sisters Quotes

“If ever sorrow and suffering set their profaning marks on the youth and beauty of Miss Fairlie’s face, then, and then only, Anne Catherick and she would be the twin-sisters of chance resemblance, the living reflections of one another.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

“To find the books end,
cross the ancient wood to the mystic isle.
Until then, prepare yourself
for the coming battle. . .
AND TRUST NO ONE.”
― Michelle Zink, Prophecy of the Sisters

“Love and Hatred are like twin sisters, which often kiss each other and pull each other's hair. One dies, the other dies, too.”
― Vinko Vrbanic, Glasovi u šumi

“She was a freak. My sister was a freak of nature. I wasn’t quite sure how to feel. Here I’d been so looking forward to meeting her, and she was making me uncomfortable. I forced as much of it as I could back. I wanted to love her, wanted to be as excited about this moment as I’d hoped I would be.”
― Clare Urbanski, Hero of the Hinterland

“They combed my hair and pinned it up, hung rubies in my ears and around my neck, painted rouge on my lips and cheeks, and anointed my wrists and throat with musk. Finally they hustled me in front of the mirror.
A gleaming, crimson-clad lady stared back at me. Until this day, I had worn only the plain black of mourning, even though Father had told us when we were twelve that we could dress as we pleased. Everybody thought that I did it because I was such a pious daughter, but I simply hated pretending that everything was all right.
"You look like a dream." Astraia slid her arm around my waist, smiling tremulously at our reflections.
Everybody said that Astraia was the very image of our mother, and certainly she could not have gotten her looks anywhere else: the plump, dimpled cheeks, the pouting lips, the snub nose and dark curls. But I might have been born straight out of my father's head like Athena: I had his high cheekbones, his aristocratic nose, his straight black hair. In a rare burst of kindness, Aunt Telomache had once told me that while Astraia was "pretty," I was "regal";”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty