Quotes About Emma

I don't believe this," Emma said, temper flaring. "I came all this way to help you and you're scolding me like a child!" "I've got half a mind to take you over my knee and paddle you." He took another swallow of the whiskey and made a lusty sound of satisfaction as it went down. "You wouldn't dare." Steven flinched as the needle made its first pass through his skin. "Ask Joellen Lenahan about that." Emma

When they reached Fairhaven, Jubal rushed out to collect her. "I knew you shouldn't have gone to that ole trial, Miss Emma," fussed Jubal. "I tried to tell Mr. Steven that. You's makin' a baby, you can't go gallivantin' all over the parish—" Emma might have smiled if her husband hadn't been accused of a murder he didn't commit. As it was, she just let Jubal prattle. She

He grinned at her, and although he was in dire need of a shave and his hair was rumpled, Emma's heart gave a little lurch.

Mr. Fairfax is sleeping, and he won't be wanting any breakfast. You might check on him later in the morning, though." "I'll check on him," Daisy said. "Give him a good wallop with my broom handle, that's what." Emma

I see that Emma's playing Erik Satie," he said to Mr. Woodhouse. "That's one of the Gymnopédies, isn't it?" "I believe it is," said Mr. Woodhouse. "I don't care for it very much. In fact, it gives me the creeps. It's the sort of thing a spider would play if spiders played the piano.

Emma is the eponymous heroine, which means having the name that is used as the title or name of something else.)

When I was asked to be a Wiggle I was asked what I wanted to wear. I really wanted to wear a bow, I always wear bows in everyday life.

We should think about naming your new playmate," she said. "I have a suggestion," he said. "Emma." "I like Emma," she said. "Old girlfriend?" "Mother. My mother," he said. "Aw, that's sweet. I think your mother would be happy you're finally serious." "Mel?

Leo will be coming with us," Emma offered, trying to sound optimistic. "He's a downsider." "I'm not sure that's exactly his field of expertise," said Claire honestly, trying to picture Leo as a medtech. He didn't care for hydraulic systems, he'd said.

That I have not yet met the right woman, and that there is no use my marrying unless I find someone I like as well as Emma,' I said. He laughed, though I did not know why. There was nothing very amusing in what I had said.

That horrid little witch Emma sent us here with her magic. Here, what's this?

Apparently too much candour can become tedious, or so Lady Emma tells me.

Jail?" Emma's head whipped up. Quinlan shrugged. "You're eighteen now, Sutton. It's a whole new world.

Emma, I'm sorry, I can't help you. This is a disaster. You're completely vulnerable. It's like going into battle in a nightie.

It has been my ambition, for some time, to bring the heart of the house back to life. 'Emma's Kitchen' is the result of that ambition - a space for me to share my passion and some of my favourite recipes.

Pomellato Jewellery makes such timeless pieces. I have a chunky gold bracelet that goes with everything.

Emma, okay, enough with the singing. Mommy's getting a three-pill headache.

The knowledge of languages was very useful. I have a university degree in foreign languages and literature.

I never ask boys' opinions on clothes, ever. I really think, unless you think the guy has style, don't ask. So I only ask my girl friends. I don't trust guys' opinions on style!

I'm named after Jane Austen's Emma, and I've always been able to relate to her. She's strong, confident but quite tactless.

EMMA: Ah. There you are. You— little— John Sublime: Shhuhh… Hup. Don't. Please… My mom met your parents in the Hamptons… I… I go through agonies of conscience every time we have to hurt one of you beautiful creatures… Emma… I'm doing God's will… EMMA: Shut up! I am very cross about this! Very very very cross indeed! I look like a bloody heavyweight boxer!

Irish word for dear or darlin', Emma. Like the word "luv" the Yorkshire folk are always using. It ain't no rude word, little colleen. Affectionate is the best way of describing it, I am thinking. Besides, who would be rude to a spry young ejicated lady like ye?' he finished, adopting his most serious voice, his most gallant manner.

Emma also had a secret she had shared with no one, not even Blackie. It was a plan, really. But a plan so grand it left no room for doubt, and it filled her days with that most wonderful of all human feelings—hope. It was a hope that foreshadowed all else in her cheerless

a damp June morning Emma accompanied them