Emma Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

she said and the smirked. "You shouldn't be talking," she added. "How dare you talk to me like that?" Mom asked. "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone," she quoted the Bible. Mom looked at me as if asking me to defend her. "Enough, let's start the meeting," I said breaking up the fight. I looked at Dad and he had an amused smile. He once told me that Emma isn't really my type. That she was too vanilla for me and he imagined I would end up with someone tenacious and brave.

"That's fair." "I know." He shook his head slightly, but the smile didn't fully leave. He looked at the water between them. "You've always done that." "Done what?" "Said the thing nobody else says." He glanced at her. "Most people talk around everything. You just — say it." Emma felt the warmth of it move through her chest before she could manage it. "Lily says it's annoying." "Lily says a lot of things." He pushed off the wall slightly, let himself drift back an inch. "It's not annoying."

There was a lot on the tip of my tongue, and the restraint I put on myself was killing me. “MIT is beautiful, Chase.” She looked at me and smiled. “I hope Harvard is too.” Her words were really pregnant, and I got all the underlying messages in it. “Harvard is.” I smiled. “I hear there's a lot of pretty ladies there.” Emma stood up, staggering, and took the bottle from me. I let her have it, would've let her have a whole bar if it meant continuing the discussion with her. “They do. They really do.” I replied, smirking.

Emma replied. Once again, Zeni had to compliment Emma even though he could only do it in his heart. Emma is truly a magical girl who can think long and see the cause and effect caused when she acts recklessly.

Emmy's robotic voice rang in the room as she walked towards Jemmy with a cup of warm milk in her hands. Jemmy sat up and collected the glass of milk, Emmy handed it over to her, she took sips of it before looking back up at Emmy. " But, Emmy. I need to study hard, you Know the .... " " The cut-off mark of the school is high, isn't that what you want to say? " Robot Emmy cut her off. " Yes. " " Don't I Know This? " She queried, " Haven't you heard the quote, all work no play makes Jack a dull boy? "

"We could go at this the whole day but quotes are just someone's thoughts and perspectives. And for all I know, we all have different shades of those, so I guess everyone needs to do what makes them happy. So, as your friend, I respect your decision to not get nails." Anelia studied her friend. "You know, you can be very sensible sometimes and I wish you could stay this way. Wait," Anelia pulled her phone off the table and focused it on her friend. The phone clicked twice as she captured two pictures of the woman before her. "There," she brought the phone down a notch to observe the two duplicate pictures. "I can at least remember this day as one of the few times that you actually were sane.

Our eyes found each other’s and we both let out breathy laughs. “You are bloody amazing, Dean Ryan.” I couldn’t stop the words from rolling out of my mouth. “So are you, my queen.” _______ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.

I know mom. Mom I want to say you something from quote. I know you loved literature that’s why I’m dedicating you the quote of George Eliot. “Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.” —Emma. I turn the next page to read but it’s empty. I haven’t wrote anything after that. I again started crying. My whole life seems empty and I want to write a diary again because I’m in pain. The pain inside me is at the highest peak. I grab the pen from my bag and open diary to write. 2022: Dear mom, Today I lost everything in my life. —Emma

-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.

******** Dearest Emma, I’ve written this letter multiple times, and rewritten it in my mind at least a thousand times. Yet o never thought putting pen to paper would be so difficult. This is the eleventh copy and I’m still not happy with it. I thought about quoting your favourite poetry and literature but nothing seems appropriate enough to explain the situation, so it’s down to clumsy old me. There’s just one small problem; what do you say to the woman you’ve been in love with for years?