Emma Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

A scribbled quote was written on it in Emilia’s careful hand: “I do not remember his name. But I remember how he made me feel— Like I was more than dust, Like I was a garden.” Max pressed his eyes shut. She didn’t remember him. But the feeling lingered. That was something. That was everything. A soft voice spoke behind him. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He turned. There she stood. Emilia. Drenched in soft daylight filtering through a stained-glass window, a notebook clutched to her chest, rainwater still sparkling on the ends of her coat sleeves. Her eyes held a distant sadness, as if she’d seen too much and remembered too little.

Emma couldn't help but say "You know, I also know someone who used to hide her pain behind her excuses. She is my best friend, it's just that now she is not with us." Anya who heard this looks at her and asks "Where is she?" To which Emma shakes her head "Don't know! I just hope that wherever she is, she should be happy as she deserves all the happiness." Anya looks at the sky and says "She surely deserves all the happiness." Emma smiles and says "After her I never felt attachment with anyone, I used to say to her that, 'Em is incomplete without Nan'" Listening to this, Anya says "and there is no Nan without Em"

“By the way, I may not be on top of the student rankings because of the Devaraux sisters and Jillian Moore, but I need to be at least in the rankings.” “It’s funny how you stated Devaraux sisters,” I remarked, tucking a carrot inside my mouth. “I don’t know if I should take it as a compliment or what.” “You should because you don’t need to study hard to process information. It’s like, you put less effort to being smart and no one can ever put up to that,” Emma complimented and I could feel myself blushing. It was more flattering when people gave nice remarks about my brain rather than my physical appearance.

At Emma's seventieth birthday party I gave a speech that I'd written down and practiced for weeks, and managed to get through most of it before forgetting where I was. "Thirty-five years ago I hated this woman," I said, reading from my cards. "Or I thought I did. Turns out I was wrong about that like I was wrong about a lot of things. Emma taught me that choosing someone every day matters more than falling in love once. She taught me that family isn't just blood, it's showing up. She taught me—" I stopped, losing my place. "She taught you that mess is better than perfect," Emma finished for me, standing up. "And that we're better together than apart."

She turned to Tina, who was focused on her own screen, fingers dancing across the keyboard. Tina glanced up briefly, her eyes sharp with concentration. "What's the most outstanding thing he ever said to you, anything that really stood out?" Emma ransacked her brain, flipping through memories like pages in a book. But the more she searched, the more elusive the answer seemed. She sighed, feeling the weight of her frustration. "Nothing for real, except the words he said that day that still haunt me. That's the only thing," she admitted, shaking her head as if to push away the vivid image of Damien from her mind. She could almost see him again, slumped in the car, blood spurting from his neck a

One night, curled in bed with Jake beside her and Lila asleep down the hall, Emma whispered, “I didn’t think I’d get to live a second life.” Jake squeezed her hand. “You didn’t. You just got your real one.” She looked around the glow of the bedside lamp, the bookshelf full of stories, the quiet hum of the night and believed him. In her final author’s note, she wrote not to impress, but to remind. To those still in the dark: the light will find you. To those still quiet: your voice is still there. To those afraid to start again: you are not too late. To those finding true love: true love,is always understanding,it patient,it stays,it shares your pains and joy

“I get it. But just promise me you’re taking care of yourself too.” I managed a small smile, feeling a surge of gratitude. “I am. I keep thinking about what you always say: ‘Pay the price now, enjoy later.’ And there’s that verse I hold onto—‘I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.’ That’s what keeps me going.” Emma pulled me into a hug, whispering, “You’re amazing, Charlotte. This experience is only making you stronger and wiser. I hope you know that.” I laughed softly, hugging her back. “Thanks for saying that. And for being my rock.”

Canon English 12 Period 6 2 June, 2020 "There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion." - R.W. Emerson The essay from which this is excerpted, "Self Reliance," might be the only old-timey thing we ever read in class that actually spoke to me, so I am going to quote the hell out of it. I didn't really get it at first, another lame nonfiction piece my teacher tried to make us read. When I heard that quote, though, and once I followed what Emerson was saying, it was like he was in my soul. I think he's been in there for a longer time than I would have e

A message flashed across the screen. ​ *Don’t forget. See you tomorrow.* ​ Emma didn’t reply. *Hold on to this day, Emma. Hold on to it no matter what.*

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.