Emma Harrison Quotes

You need to eat your salad," Aidan finally said.
"Oh, so now you're telling me what to eat?"
"You're supposed to be eating a lot of green, leafy vegetables for the folic acid."
She arched her brows in surprise. "And just how do you know that?"
Through a mouthful of baked potato, he said, "What To Expect While You're Expecting. ~ Katie Ashley

Holy shit ... but we were using condoms."
Pink tinged her cheeks. "Not the weekend at the lodge."
He leaned over and lowered his voice. "Yeah, but I pulled out."
Emma cocked her brows. "And you're Mr. Super Potent Sperm, remember? ~ Katie Ashley

Emma's eyelids flew open, and her expectant gaze honed in on the mirror, peering in wonder at Noah's tiny head. "Aw, Em, it looks like he's got strawberry blonde hair!" Casey commented.
Aidan grinned. "Nah, I think it's redder, and he's more of a Ginger."
She gritted her teeth at him. "Don't you dare call our son a Ginger! ~ Katie Ashley

You are a midnight woman, made from the ashes of witches burned, wielding magic born from their screams. ~ Emma Hamm

It was known that they were a little acquainted, but not a syllable of real information could Emma procure as to what he truly was. "Was he handsome?" "She believed he was reckoned a very fine young man." "Was he agreeable?" "He was generally thought so." "Did he appear a sensible young man; a young man of information?" "At a watering-place or in a common London acquaintance it was difficult to decide on such points. Manners were all that could be safely judged of under a much longer knowledge than they had yet of Mr. Churchill. She believed everybody found his manners pleasing." Emma could not forgive her. ~ Jane Austen

Let me tell you something: when you dance, you are the greatest dancer who has ever lived. And when you sing, you will have the courage to raise your voice to the heavens, knowing that you may never get an answer. ~ Emma Forrest

Which was why Skye was in a recliner that went hot and cold more often than Blair and Nate. ~ Lisi Harrison

I was the biggest George Harrison fanatic in the world. He was raised Catholic; my parents are both ex-clergy, so I was raised Catholic, and I admired how he used his faith. ~ John Fugelsang

And sometimes I get carried away, that's all. If you weren't so...judgemental all the time-"
"Am I? I don't think I am . I try not to be. I just don't..." She stopped herself speaking, shook her head. "I know you've been through a lot, in the last few years, and I've tried to understand that, really I have, with your mum and all, but..."
"Go on," he said.
"I just don't think you're the person I used to know. You're not my friend anymore. That's all."
He could think of nothing to say to this, so they stood in silence, until Emma put her hand out, took two fingers of his hand, squeezed them in her palm.
"Maybe...maybe this is it, then," she said. "Maybe it's just over."
"Over? What's over?"
"Us. You and me. Friendship. There are things I needed to talk to you about, Dex. About Ian and me. If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us?"
"'What's the point?'"
"You said yourself, people change, no use getting sentimental about it. Move on, find someone else."
"Yeah, but I didn't mean us..."
"Why not?"
"Because we're....us. We're Dex and Em. Aren't we?"
Emma shrugged. "Maybe we've grown out of each other."
He said nothing for a moment, then spoke. "So, do you think I've grown out of you, or you've grown out of me?"
She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "I think you think I'm....dreary. I think you think I cramp your ~ David Nicholls

He darted a guilty look toward his dad. "Will you - get me a bottle of spicy?"
My eyes jerked to his.
"Maybe some barbecue sauce?"
I closed my mouth before a bug flew into it. "Sure." I did not believe this. I was pimping ketchup to the son of the FIB's captain. ~ Kim Harrison

Just because I don't have a college degree doesn't mean I am not smart! ~ Emma Stone

The funniest thing happened in one of my first scenes. In the beginning Emma was really arrogant and punk and in every scene she would slam the door when she walked in or out. ~ Dannii Minogue

Oh come on, Emma. Admit it. You were dreaming about having sex with me. I must've been good if you were about to come."
She snorted exasperatedly.
"I'm surprised you're even asking about how good you were. Don't you always think you're amazing? ~ Katie Ashley

- 'I've never had a thing for homicidal charmers before.'
- 'But now you do?'
- 'Apparently.' -I muttered, knowing he could feel my raicing heartbeat under his chest.
- 'Well, if it helps, I've never had a thing for beautiful, deceptively brave, innocent charmers before.'
- 'And now you do?'
His grin widened, taking on a wolfish look.
- 'Definitely ~ Emma Winters

It wasn't enough violence for him. He wanted to do damage to something else. Preferably to something with an aquiline Roman profile that said ouch. ~ Thea Harrison

Congratulations on your marriage--may it be long and fun and frisky--and may you always look at one another the way you do today. ~ Emma Chase

I accrued anger from people's low opinion of me and my work, and for the work I might be capable of. ~ Harrison Ford

By now, Kate has released her hair and lost her shoes. My tie is off, the top two buttons of my shirt open. Our appearance could make things feel friendly - intimate - like an all-night study session in college.
If we weren't trying to rip each other's thraots open, of course. ~ Emma Chase

If they're sentenced to the Caverns, we'll both be free to choose different mates. But I don't want another mate, Emma. I want Rayna. I always have.
Geez, the boy knows how to make my heart all melty. ~ Anna Banks

[He] had insisted that inanimate objects couldn't have malignant motivations, but Emma had extensive proof to the contrary. ~ Lauren Willig

Failing to plan is planning to fail. Hope is not a plan. ~ Harrison Jones

Many people just think they understand English, remember. ~ Emma Wagner

The way to my heart is through Belgian milk chocolate. ~ Emma Donoghue

Hey, that's weird," Chloe says. "You both have the same color eyes as Emma. I've never seen that before. I always thought it was because she's freakishly pasty. Ow! That's gonna leave a mark, Emma," she says, rubbing her freshly pinched biceps.
"Good, I hope it does," I snap. I want to ask them about their eyes-the color seems prettier set against the olive tone of Galen's skin-but Chloe has bludgeoned my chances of recovering from embarrassment. I'll have to be satisfied that my dad-and Google-were wrong all this time; my eye color just can't be that rare. Sure, my dad practiced medicine until the day he died two years ago. And sure, Google never let me down before. But who am I to argue with living, breathing proof that this eye color actually does exist? Nobody, that's who. Which is convenient, since I don't want to talk anymore. Don't want to force Galen into any more awkward conversations. Don't want to give Chloe any more opportunities to deepen the heat of my burning cheeks. I just want this moment of my life to be over.
I push past Chloe and snatch up the surfboard. To her good credit, she presses herself against the rail as I pass her again. I stop in front of Galen and his sister. "It was nice to meet you both. Sorry I ran into you. Let's go, Chloe."
Galen looks like he wants to say something, but I turn away. He's been a good sport, but I'm not interested in discussing swimmer safety-or being introduced to any more of his hostile relatives. Nothing h ~ Anna Banks

Tom Cullen retraced the killer's steps for his book An Autumn of Terror. ~ Shirley Harrison

There are no inanimate objects ... ~ Barbara Grizzuti Harrison

What'd you do to your face?" she asks, folding her arms. I touch my chin. "I grew a beard." "Well ungrow it. It looks like a vagina from a 1970s porn film. ~ Emma Chase

I just feel like with independent movies ... they're really free to do whatever they want. They're not afraid to make a statement about anything, and there's not a huge studio behind them making sure that everything is wholesome and politically correct and all that. ~ Emma Roberts

I guess you've got a spice of temper," commented Mr. Harrison, surveying the flushed cheeks and indignant eyes opposite him. "It goes with hair like yours, I reckon ~ L.M. Montgomery

Politics, n. For the Elder Races, this generally involves bloodshed of some sort and a spate of funerals. ~ Thea Harrison

So far as Emma was concerned she did not ask herself whether she was in love. Love, she thought, was something that must come suddenly, with a great display of thunder and lightning, descending on one's life like a tempest from above, turning it topsy-turvy, whirling away one's resolutions like leaves and bearing one onward, heart and soul, towards the abyss. She never bethought herself how on the terrace of a house the rain forms itself into little lakes when the gutters are choked, and she was going on quite unaware of her peril, when all of a sudden she discovered
a crack in the wall! ~ Gustave Flaubert

... there is endless despair at the centre of every narcissistic self-portrait. ~ M. John Harrison

For me, women's attitudes to eating, hunger and their bodies are fascinating and confusing in equal measure. I find myself simultaneously involved and alienated, both a participant and an outsider. Of course I understand what women mean when they talk about food and weight; I understand when they refer to being good (dieting), or feeling guilty (greedy), or treating themselves (cake). I get it when women talk about disliking specific parts of their bodies. But it's hard too, emerging from a decade of severe eating restriction, to look around me for examples of how to eat normally, and how to accept myself, to find that the majority of women are struggling with these issues too. Rationally we know that getting thinner won't make us happier or more fulfilled – and yet we never give up trying. ~ Emma Woolf

And why can't I have an ignore button like my phone? As I hit it, his calls disappear from the screen and the ringing stops. But the tingles are still at my fingertips, as if he sent them through the phone to grab me. Shoving it in my purse-the pockets on skinny jeans must just be for show 'cause nothing else is fitting in there-I smile at Mark.
Ah, Mark. The blue-eyed, blond-haired, all-American quarterback. Who knew he had a crush on me all these years? Not Emma McIntosh, that's for dang sure. And not Chloe. Which is weird, because Chloe was a collector of this kind of information. Maybe it's not true. Maybe Mark's only interested in me because Galen was-who wouldn't want to date the girl who dated the hottest guy in school? But that's just fine with me. Mark is...well, Mark isn't as fantabulous as I always imagined he would be.
Still, he's good-looking, a star quarterback, and he's not trying to hook me up with his brother. So why am I not excited?
The question must be all over my face because Mark's got his eyebrow raised. Not in a judgmental arch, more like an arch of expectation. If he's waiting for an explanation, his puny human lungs can't hold their breath long enough for an answer.
Aside from not being his business, I can't exactly explain the details of my relationship with Galen-fake or otherwise. The truth is, I don't know where we can go from here. He ripped holes in my pride like buckshot. And did I mention he broke my heart?
He's not ~ Anna Banks

If you drive a car, I'll tax the street;
if you try to sit, I'll tax your seat; if you get too cold, I'll tax the heat; if you take a walk, I'll tax your feet. ~ George Harrison

How does the Christian who claims a weeping statue of Mary is a miracle explain the milk-drinking statues of the Hindu god Ganesha?
How does the Christian who says a healing miracle proves the existence of Jesus feel about millions of claims of divine healings by Muslims and Hindus? ~ Guy P. Harrison

Write a page every single day, even if what you put on the page that day is no good - it's the only way to get better. ~ Emma Forrest

This is a great wedding. I like weddings." "It is a good one, isn't it?" she agreed. "But it was always going to be--Emma so efficient." "Isn't she," he said. "I like weddings." Lulu said nothing. "Weddings," he said after a moment. "Funny things, but I like them." Lulu stopped dancing and drew back to look up into his eyes. "If you say that one more time," she said levelly, "I won't take you to the Cheddar cheese shop." "Sorry," he said quickly "I like funerals, too, if that's any help? We do marvelous ones in Ireland, we're famous for them. ~ Gabrielle Donnelly

When the kids were little, she and Zoe had been friends with another mom in the neighborhood, and this lady's kid was so horrible that they both mentioned it to her, that he seemed like a miniature serial killer in training, and she stopped speaking to them. Pretty soon she moved out of the neighborhood, and Elizabeth guessed it was to move closer to whatever prison facility her son was bound to wind up in. People just didn't want to hear it. ~ Emma Straub

Knowing you were right down the hall was way too hard. I couldn't do it, Evan declared, sliding under the covers next to me. ~ Rebecca Donovan

Emma felt a compulsion to run her hands through it. To step into his arms and never leave. Desire shot to her knickers and an aching throb began between her thighs Shit, I didn't come here for this. ~ Amanda Clark

Kids are forever, even if love isn't, right? ~ Emma Straub

And if I strike out? At least I'll go down swinging. If I crash and burn and she grinds my ashes into the dirty with her heel? So be it. But I have to try. Because…
Well, because she's worth it. ~ Emma Chase

You know what's going to happen if we find him. He's going to be an asshole, and Dragos, you can't kill him just because he's an asshole. You're not Lord of these islands. ~ Thea Harrison

Most bands have a sound that they're already identified with, so for the producer it becomes a process of helping them find their muse in the studio to make a record that will not only satisfy them artistically, but will also do something in the marketplace. ~ Jerry Harrison

The ones we choose to love become our anchorwhen the hawser of the blood-tie's hacked, or frays. ~ Tony Harrison