Quotes About Emily

I write about messy relationships, and they put pastel covers on them, but I can't complain.

Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah, too, it has a wing.

180 episodes of 'CSI: Miami' and never the same lipstick twice!

Ere so sober Emily/ Did New England sow/ With brooms of activity/ I'd the tree-rock spoken to.

In school I was always being cast as the clown. And then I did 'The Exorcism of Emily Rose,' and once people hear you scream, they can't un-hear it. But I don't mean to say that I've been typecast, either.

Emily, I am confident, would not be able to resist telling her own tale on a snowy Christmas Eve, regardless of Colin's feelings on the subject. She would, however, wait until the boys were just a bit older before sharing it with them. Heaven knows what it might inspire Henry to do.

curse Lady Emily Hargreaves and her life and mind and memory and liver and lungs mixed up together, and her words, thoughts and memory; thus may she be unable to speak what things are concealed, nor be able to communicate anything she finds. I bind her tongue,

should have told Emily everything and held on to her. Instead, I pretended I was okay. I could handle it. I'm a marine. And here I am Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and there she is." He leaned forward. "You have kids, right?" She nodded, sitting back.

...his babbling, berry lips...

Emily – dashing – perched phoenix Soul aflame – hidden – Past Alit the Future

Nature is a Haunted House – but Art – a House that tries to be haunted.

I have been in love with Emily Dickinson's poetry since I was 13, and, like an anonymous post on findagrave.com says, 'Dear Emily - I hope I have understood.' Emily's poems are sometimes difficult, often abstract, on occasion flippant, but her mind is inside them.

I did not know there was any controversy. I don't get a lot of time to read the fan forums, etc. I was thrilled to have the opportunity to have more storylines. I was just so happy to step in and pick up some of the slack for Emily while she was pregnant. It was so important for Emily to concentrate on her health and the well-being of her baby. In the end ... she is a great mother and her baby is adorable. I did not realize there was any controversy. LOL!

EMILY: Softly, more in wonder than in grief. I can't bear it. They're so young and beautiful. Why did they ever have to get old? Mama, I'm here. I'm grown up. I love you all, everything.—I can't look at everything hard enough.

The fairest Home I ever knew Was founded in an Hour By Parties also that I knew A Spider and a Flower...

Oh! No, I only mean what I have read about. It always puts me in mind of the country that Emily and her father travelled through, in The Mysteries of Udolpho. But you never read novels, I dare say? Why not? Because they are not clever enough for you—gentlemen read better books.

VIOLET: August . . . your month. Locusts are raging. "Summer psalm become summer wrath." 'Course it's only August out there. In here . . . who knows? All right . . . okay. "The Carriage held but just Ourselves," dum-de-dum . . . mm, best I got . . . Emily Dickinson's all I got . . . something something, "Horse's Heads Were Toward Eternity . . .

How wrong Emily Dickinson was! Hope is not the thing with feathers. The thing with feathers has turned out to be my nephew. I must take him to a specialist in Zurich.

How wrong Emily Dickinson was. Hope is not 'the thing with feathers.' The thing with feathers has turned out to be my nephew. I must take him to a specialist in Zurich.

Invite him to poetry club, Doff said with a smirk. See if he asks you to take a look at his Emily Dickinson. Beatrice snorted. How long did it take you to think that up? Most of lunch, and the rest of G block, Doff said, shrugging modestly. I started with 'read his Charles Dickens,' but Charles Dickens is a novelist. What about his Philip K. Dick? Who's that? asked Doff. He wrote the book that got turned into Blade Runner .

I love 'Downton Abbey.'

While I held the letter in my hand and as carefully as I could--and as Coleman would have me do--appraised the choice of words and their linear deployment as if they'd been composed not by Delphine Roux but by Emily Dickinson...

I see London, I see France I see Emily's underpants.

I don't know what it is, but French men love me.