Emmie Quotes

Don't cry over the same thing twice. Get it all out the first time, even if it's loud and messy. Then it's over. ~ Ruth Emmie Lang

The ocean tosses up a thousand arms to embrace the storm that falls across her like a drunken sailor. His thunder slaps her thighs, his lighting piercing her waters.
They pound me between the hips and I begin to panic, knowing their passion will destroy me. ~ Terry Moore

He wanted to crumple her up and toss her from his mind like a scrap piece of paper filled with nonsensical doodles or dissonant words that formed unbalanced rhymes. Yet, he refused throw her away. ~ Emmie White

I feel like...before, I had one way of looking at things, and now, I have a million possibilities, and I get to choose. ~ Ruth Emmie Lang

It was a peaceful, unassuming life scored by birds in the morning and crickets in the evening, and because it was precious to us, we handled it with care. ~ Ruth Emmie Lang

The silence in the house was painful, but I had begun to realize that half of it belonged to me. ~ Ruth Emmie Lang

Don't leave anything you can't come back to. ~ Ruth Emmie Lang

A modern-day Thisbe, Bridget pressed her face and hands against the wall, possibly hoping that the blocks and paint between them would melt away. ~ Emmie White

She wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she kept her convoluted and confused thoughts to herself. He was her light in the darkness, but she was unsure if it was actual love or a form of Stockholm syndrome. ~ Emmie White

She was silent for a moment, trying to force her thoughts into words her tongue could articulate. "I don't know. I'm saying we should go out sometime. I'm saying that I want to see you without your lab coat, and I want to wear a nice dress and maybe a pair of shoes like your Barbie doll over there." She pointed at Bridget. "What do you say? ~ Emmie White

Bridget did not budge, and her face was without expression. She sat, quietly defeated like a chess player who lost a career match in less than four moves. ~ Emmie White

Matthews quietly stood by the closed door, watching the patient. Her dramatic eyes darted back and forth as they stared through nothingness, lost in thought. His gaze shifted to her blazing locks, which elegantly fell upon her bare shoulders. Her skin was a pure porcelain that reminded him of his mother's doll collection. Bridget's petite frame and angelic complexion were stunning, and in another world, Matthews would have allowed himself to fall for her at first sight. He imagined seeing her in a bookstore with a specialty coffee in one hand and Nietzsche's Beyond Good and Evil in another. She would push her frames up her nose with her index finger before flipping the page and sipping her latte. Matthews, free of his work uniform, would sit in a chair across from her with his copy of The Metamorphosis. The young man would steal glances at her from behind his novel as he worked up the courage to speak to her. She would smile coyly when she caught him peeking, and when they finally made eye contact, he would strike up a conversation. Then he would take her to dinner, and everything else would fall into place. ~ Emmie White

I have a strong theory that you can tell a lot about someone by their coffee order.. ~ Emmie Lee Dean

I've been called magic, but I wouldn't use that term exactly. I like to think of myself as always being in the right place at the right time, or the wrong place at the wrong time. Very rarely am I simply in an acceptable place at a generally convenient time. That said, I find those rare occasions very pleasant, mostly because they give me time to work on my crosswords. ~ Ruth Emmie Lang

When snooty high school bitches grow up, their meanness is distilled into its purest, most lethal form," Emmie whispered fearfully. "Don't you watch Real Housewives? ~ Jayne Denker

In life we have two options, live like there is a no tomorrow or live forever in the footsteps of yesterday. ~ Emmie Lee Dean

Tell me, who's to be the new Secretary of Agriculture?" "Mr. Clement, of Ohio." I doubted that was the case, but I'd unfortunately chosen as a test a question I wasn't myself prepared to answer. "There is another possible explanation, Emmie." "Explanation of what?" "Explanation as to why these cases may be unrelated." "And what is that?" "Moral hazard." "And what is moral hazard? ~ Robert Bruce Stewart

There's the kind of camaraderie that comes from leaning on someone in battle, and it's powerful. It's not too hard to trust someone to want to keep you alive. But trusting someone to actually live with you, to walk beside you - that is a fragile, precious thing. ~ Emmie Mears

I wasn't doing magic, but I was in it, surrounded on all sides by incredible, beautiful things. It made me feel like a wizard even though I wasn't one, even though I never could be one. p. 306 ~ Ruth Emmie Lang

Emmie Elliot, as a friend and a work associate, I am very respectfully asking you to sexually harass the hell out of me. ~ Elizabeth Hunter

You can have the rest of your life with her," St. Just said gently. "What if she won't have me?" Emmie asked softly. "What if she can't understand? She's six years old, St. Just. I've let her think she's had no mother for half her years on earth, and I was ready to turn my back on her completely." His fingers closed over hers, and this time he didn't simply pat her hand and let go. "You were trying to do the best you could in difficult circumstances. You wanted what was best for Winnie, and she will eventually understand that. It will work out. I know it will." "I can only hope so, and I can only continue to try my best." "Winnie ~ Grace Burrowes

Most girls celebrate their birthdays with friends. I spent mine with a pack of wolves. ~ Ruth Emmie Lang

An egg would rendezvous with a sperm one not-so-romantic night in a petri-dish, and cellular division would begin under the watchful eye of some goggle-wearing geek. ~ Emmie White

He caught a glimpse of himself in the rear-view mirror, but instead of the handsome, successful, owner of a billion-dollar corporation, he saw the remnants of the unpopular, socially-awkward, Magic The Gathering-obsessed nerd he left behind all those years ago. That gorgeous and psychotic minx on the fifteenth floor cracked his mirror, and he saw his true reflection. ~ Emmie White

Bridget's tight fists began to shake as something from deep inside, born of utter anger and hatred, crept from the depths of her soul. She lunged at him, prepared to pound his handsome face to blood and bone, but the straps prevented her. Instead, she was quickly zapped with a heady pulse of electricity. As she howled in anguish, Doctor Spencer beamed with satanic amusement. ~ Emmie White

Worst thing about being a perfectionist.. Everything you do might look amazing in someone else eyes but in your heart never truly satisfied. ~ Emmie Lee Dean

How are your womenfolk?" Val asked, feeling a tug at his heartstrings at just the thought of Emmie St. Just so near her confinement. "Em thinks she's big as a house. The heat isn't so bad up north, and that's a blessing, as she sleeps poorly. This makes me fret, which makes me sleep poorly, and so forth. Winnie is watching closely but doing as well as can be expected. She said to tell you she practices the piano a lot, and while I cannot vouch for the quality of her practicing, I can vouch unequivocally for its volume." "Stand, ~ Grace Burrowes

The horse is dead," she says and squeezes Soldier's hand. "From here we walk."
"Anyone ever told you you're sort of a creepy kid?" Odd Willie asks.
"All the damn time," Emmie tells him. "I don't bother keeping count anymore. ~ Caitlin R. Kiernan

She was a magnificent creature created in a science lab, the bride of Frankenstein. He, of course, comprehended that he was the monster. Freddy was Frankenstein, the creator. ~ Emmie White

Well, I mean, if someone is going to kill my husband, I think it should be me. Don't you agree?"
I do indeed," Emmie said. "I made the same argument myself just a week ago. ~ Robert Bruce Stewart

Now, now," said Vale in a sickeningly sweet voice reminiscent of a nursery nanny. "I already gave him a drubbing for courting Emmie."
Reynaud raised his eyebrows. "You did?"
"He did not," Hartley said even as Vale nodded happily. "I threw him down the stairs."
Vale pursed his lips and looked skyward. "Not my recollection, but I can see how your memory of the event may've become hazy. ~ Elizabeth Hoyt