Quotes About Emily

Was I a fan of P!nk before 'Thanks for Sharing?' Yeah, I was.

The Fraud Act 2006 makes it perfectly clear that Libor rigging is prosecutable as a criminal offence.

You know, Emily was a selfish old woman in her way. She was very generous, but she always wanted a return. She never let people forget what she had done for them - and, that way she missed love.

Emily was a selfish old woman in her way. She was very generous, but she always wanted a return. She never let people forget what she had done for them—and, that way she missed love.

It was a crowd of people almost too surprised for words that crowded round Emily Trefusis. Inspector Narracott had led his prisoner from the room. Charles Enderby found his voice first.

It's the smell of life, Mother." Emily drew deep. "Gasoline, horses, the sweat of men, the perfume of women.

Carter was so taken aback by her attack he dropped his knife. "You knocked him stupid," he bellowed. "No," Emily corrected in what she believed was a reasonable tone of voice. "He was already stupid. I knocked him out.

Untouched by morning and untouched by noon, sleep the meek members of the Resurrection, rafter of satin and roof of stone.' Emily Dickinson.

Solitude never hurt anyone. Emily Dickinson lived alone, and she wrote some of the most beautiful poetry the world has ever known... then went crazy as a loon." Lisa Simpson

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

I travel a fair amount, read on the plane, and I read fast.

No, I don't know any Emily Dickinson poems!

My December is typically one big, sweaty 'wintry mix' blur, not a punch-laden, heartwarming mixer.

Miss Emily had an intellect you could slice logs with.

That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.

I just grew up loving beauty products. Going to the mall, and the Stila counter in the '90s. I was obsessed with hair dye.

Emily was still so saturated in earthquake as to be dumb. She ate earthquake and slept earthquake: her fingers and legs were earthquake. With John it was ponies. The earthquake had been fun: but it was the ponies that mattered.

Take my books away, and I should be desperate!

A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.

You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep ?without identity. and never care how rain may steep, ?or snow may cover me –

And would it not be foolish to mourn a calamity above twenty years beforehand?

But cheer up! He died true to his character: drunk as a lord.

O thy sweet tongue must plead for me