#emily

Have recovered somewhat from massive, delicious, inundating influx of life memories. Man, it is soooooooooo goooooooooood to be ME again. ↗

— Rob Reger

#life

She kept me from living in back alleys and going back to drugs. I paid her back, but I owed her a lot more than the money. Emily saved my life.” Buck Jamison in Goodbye Emily ↗

— Michael Murphy

#michael-murphy #life

You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can end up focusing on misleading factors. Stuff that really has more to do with personality-the fact that some people are simply more expressive or emotional or needy in a relationship. But beyond such smokescreens, the answer is there. Love is seldom-almost never-an even proposition. ↗

— Emily Giffin

#claudia #emily-giffin #love #love

After all, I think, isn't it always about a boy? ↗

— Emily Giffin

#boy #emily-giffin #love #love-the-one-you-re-with #love

My idea of a fun night was diving into a massive pile of To Be Read pile of books stacked near my dresser...I was the girl who loved everything geeky. ↗

— Jeff Sampson

#geek #introvert #reading #love

I remember that my mother once told me that the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference. ↗

— Emily Giffin

#something-borrowed #love

You see," she concluded miserably, "when I can call like that to him across space--I belong to him. He doesn't love me--he never will--but I belong to him. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#destiny #emily #love #love-story #lovers

Tammy, werewulves act in ways that are pleasing only to themselves. They behave without a conscious... They are sick monsters who have permanently lost their self-control. Their intentions and motivations are never clear; they slaughter flocks and herds yet eat nothing. They are the quintessence of evil, hence the title “demon”. And who really wants demons around? ↗

— Melanie Fair

#hunter #tammy #werewolves #wolves-among-sheep #motivational

As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain hidden deep in Emily’s nature—the strain of the gypsy and the poet, the genius and the fool. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#emily #nature

She was born as music–a single, mellow note suspended in the air. Suspended as if strung from nothing, held into possibilities of sound. Her clear note hung a lone, sweet tone in the midst of us all; as silence captured its ache and tenderly, reluctantly released it, dipped it lower into a breath of melancholy only to lift again to its earlier height both rich and real and complete–one solitary note swaying into the early dawn. Emily arrived in the cold, grey hours of the newborn year, between the breathing dark and the pearl, winter light. A child of the dawn, before dawn broke. ↗

— Debi Cimo

#delicate #emily #music