Novel & Cerita Emma Novel Quotes

Annette said. "If he has fallen for you, he will want to change for you," Jane said "It's that a book quote," Annette smiled as she stared at her friend "Nope, it's a quote by yours truly," Annette said as she pushed her friend on the hand playfully "Was the food any good?" Jane asked "Yeah, and we brought you something. It's in my bag," Annette said "I love you," Jane said as she kissed Annette on the cheek "You love food more," Annette said with a smile

" How could I be jealous,when I had better things to do than this nonsense. Am just advicing them to take a step and stop decieving themselves with their friendship talk " Emmanuella herself is quite the opposite, she's the bold type. Someone who believes that acting bold and fearless is the best course of action and that's the reason she always has issues with teachers. Teachers always felt insulted with her bold moves and she herself, didn't care about there feelings and thoughts. She always does or says what she feels is right or best. " Guy, you came to school and the first thing you did nah to go meet your babe. You don forget say we get plans ?(Guy, you came to school and the first thi

-Emma- I thought I was building a beautiful palace with love and trust. But time proved that it's full of lies and fakeness. I thought like fairytale, there is a happy ending in my life. But I forgot that fairytales aren't real. I was stupid to believe that he would understand me. And forgot that I was never been in the position to be understood by him. There is no warmth in the house. There is nothing I can claim as mine. Wherever I look, I realize that how short and temporary the good feelings are. Right now, even those sweetest memories I spent in this house sounds like jokes. All the walls seem like coming to me, to suffocate me.

I said as I came into realisation. “Selfish? You? Lol don’t give yourself so much credit” she joked. “You can never be selfish…I’m a selfish person so I would know” she added. “No, don’t say such bad things about yourself. You are far from selfish” I said, not just to comfort her but also because it was the truth that I knew. I can’t remember a situation in which Emma thought about herself and not about the people around her. “Oh Cara, how I wish that it was true. If I wasn’t a selfish person I wouldn’t have left my boyfriend in New York clueless about where I am going and not even giving him a reason. I disappeared on him Cara and he was a good guy. He was so handsome yet kind, I miss his s

“You took all the good genes and left me frail and weak!” Emma’s lips curled in disdain. “Is that what you’ve told yourself? That’s why you encouraged Dad to lock me up? You’re pitiful, Ever. You’re broken.” Ever rolled her eyes, waving her sister’s words away. “Spare me the lecture. I came to let you out, didn’t I? You should be thanking me.” But Emma’s eyes burned with defiance. “I’ll remember this,” she said, her voice steady. “And one day, you’ll understand what true strength means.”

She thought of the quiet, ordinary moments she’d always overlooked—the smell of rain on her jacket, the taste of bitter coffee at dawn, the ache in her legs after long runs. Life wasn’t perfect preservation. It was imperfection. Fragility. The possibility of forgetting, because that made remembering matter. Her eyes snapped open, blazing. “No.” The towers of faces flickered. The rewritten stilled. “I’m not giving you myself,” Emma said, her voice steady now, her fear burning into clarity. “I’m not noise. I’m not pattern. I’m human. And I choose me.” She lifted the device high, fingers trembling, and pressed every button at once.

Nick: What are you doing? Emma: Sitting on a park bench. Nick: Alone? Emma: Yes. Nick: Are you okay? Emma: I'm okay. I'm just... being. Nick: Being? Emma: Existing. Without a purpose. Without a schedule. Without someone needing me. Nick was quiet for a moment. Nick: How does it feel? Emma: Strange. Lonely. Free. Nick: That's three things. Emma: I'm three things. Nick: You're a thousand things, Emma. You just never let yourself be them.

She spent a couple of minutes talking about other things and for the closing remarks. “I will like to thank everyone who supported me this far in realizing my dream and for never stopping to believe in me. You all are the real MVP’s” Emma said. She realized someone in the audience had their hands raised. They probably had a question. A microphone was handed over to the person. “What inspired this novel? And also what makes the novel stand out considering there are already so many other love stories written out there.” Emma smiled. “Thank you for that question,”

“If I thought it’d be bad for me, do you really think I’d be choosing to quit?” Emma shifts her body until she lies fully on top of me. Her feet kick in the air as she gets comfortable lying across my torso. “First, don’t use the word quit. It takes away from the years—well, actually, I guess at your age, decades—you spent dedicated to the sport.” She winks at me, probably trying to soften the blow of the age comment. “Did you just call me old, rebel?”

I ask. "Emily barely looks up from her iPad when she talks." What the hell am I doing? God is for the money, be kind on me. “You post everyday and for I*******m captions,” she says while chewing a kale salad like it personally offended her. “Keep them short, ironic, and never too deep. You’re a vibe, not a philosopher.” “You mean no Shakespeare quotes?” She glares. I write: “No Shakespeare. No sincerity. Vibes only.”