Emma Frost Quotes

That's how I survived. Time and time again. That's my secret. I survived because I willed it to be. ... How did I survive apocalyptic fire? I simply refused to feel the flames.

Scramblers deactivated, then? Well here's some good news. You feel no pain. You will go straight to a hospital. Remember nothing of this place. And every time you hear the words "parsley", "intractable" or "longitude", you will vomit uncontrollably for forty-eight hours.

That wouldn't be a first, now would it?" "Jean." "Jean Grey is dead, Agent." "Yeah, that'll last.

Kamala: You're WOLVERINE! My Wolverine-and-Storm-in-space fanfic was the third-most upvoted story on Freaking Awesome last month! Logan: Oh my God. Kamala: I had you guys fighting this giant alien blob that farts wormholes! Logan: Sounds great, kid. [pause] Logan: Wait--so what was the MOST upvoted story? Kamala: Umm...Cyclops and Emma Frost's romantic vacation in Paris? Logan: This is the worst day of my life.

Some days it just feels like I'm here for the shoes and the eternal hope that I shall be issued minions.

May there be no frost on your potatoes, nor worms in your cabbage.

And you’re Emma Frost -- The Hellfire Club’s White Queen. I understand you call yourself something of a telepath. Well, “Your Majesty,” let’s see how good you really are.

I've Got Him! You've got to keep at her. Forget all your training--she's fought you a thousand times." "Don't presume to run my team, you little tart-" (Colossus throws Emma at Danger) "Yes. I see how it works. Normally, I wouldn't have done that.

Of course I'm a threat. Why? Did you think for a moment that I wasn't?" - Emma Frost

There's so much you thought you could never face. The decision not to try to control your power, to let it be your demon. Too shameful to remember, so you let it eat your life up instead. But you're past it now, Scott. And all you had to defeat, all you had to let go of...was you. You're free, my love. You're free.

This someone you were talking with wouldn't be that Frost fellow, would it?" Ewan's crisp accent floated into the kitchen like a brisk breeze. "The last thing you need is to be talking to that moronic jackass.

Of course I'm a threat. Why? Did you think for a moment that I wasn't?" - Emma Frost

From far across the sea I come, Through fire, frost,and blazing sun, That you might, with your own fair hand, Enjoy the bounties of my land - Emma Delagardie and Augustus Whittlesby Americanus, A masque in three parts

dJack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack forgot to check if the ice was thick. Emma was still, Emma was late, Emma’s brother is now part of the lake. Time has passed, Time has gone, Time brought Jack back wrong. He was solemn, He was brave, He left his coat on Emma’s grave. Emma was sad, Emma was scared, But she knew inside that Jack really cared. Jack was lost, Jack had forgot, That he had a story before the plot. Jack had wondered, Jack had fought, Jack had remembered what he had forgot. I hope you dream. I hope you wonder. I hope you have fun because this is done. Keep believing everyone. Jack be fearless, Jack be bold, Jack drowned when he was 17 years old.

indicates he could have done it?" I asked.

What you need, my friend, is time,” she said, then licked a bit of frosting off her finger. “Time and cake.

Jane felt like a crocus breaking through the winter frost. The more she connected with the crowd, the stronger she became; she hadn't realized how long she had been without sunlight.

Cross my heart and hope to die  stick a needle in my eye  wait a moment, I spoke a lie  I never really wanted to die. But if I may and if I might  my heart is open for tonight though my lips are sealed  and a promise is true  I won't break my word  my word to you.

Suddenly, Rachel stopped. “Kirsty, look over there!” Rachel pointed to the big pen in the corner set up for rabbits. It held a small, brown rabbit, a black-and-white rabbit with floppy ears, and a fluffy, white rabbit. The white rabbit was sparkling with fairy magic! “Do you think it could be the Easter Bunny?” Kirsty whispered. “May I help you, girls?” asked a voice behind them. The girls spun around and gasped. They knew that voice! “Jack Frost! What are you doing here?” Rachel asked bravely. Jack Frost grinned.

I stand outside Mr. Haverstrom’s door, staring at the black letters of his name stenciled on the frosted glass, listening to the murmur of voices inside. It’s not that Mr. Haverstrom is a mean boss—he’s a bit like Mr. Earnshaw from Wuthering Heights. Even though he doesn’t get much page time, his presence is strong and consequential. I take a breath, straighten my spine, and knock on the door firmly and decisively—the way Elizabeth Bennet would. Because she didn’t give a single shit about anything. Then Mr. Haverstrom opens the door, his eyes narrow, his hair and skin pale, his face lined and grouchy—like a squished marshmallow. On the outside, I nod and breeze into the office, but inside, I cringe and wilt.

Soon, droves of children start to show up, keeping us rather busy. We start tallying up the number of Trolls, Batmans, Lego men, and princesses we see. The most popular costume? Batman and Superwoman with the fabrics and accessories varying from child to child. But my favorite so far is the girl who dressed as Little Debbie, but then again, I may be biased. “I think she might be my new favorite,” Emma says as a little girl dressed as a nurse walks away. “That’s because you’re a nurse, but you can’t play favorites,” I say, reminding Emma of the rules. She levels with me. “This coming from the guy whose favorite child was dressed as Little Debbie.” “Come on.” I lean back in my chair and motion to my head. “She had the rim of blue on her hat. That’s attention to detail.” “And good fucking parenting,” Tucker chimes in, and we clink our beer bottles together. Amelia chuckles next to me as Emma shakes her head. “Ridiculous. What about you, Amelia? What costume has been your favorite so far?” “Hmm, it’s been a tough competition. There has been some real winning costumes and some absolute piss-poor ones.” She shakes her head. “Just because you put a scarf around your neck and call yourself Jack Frost doesn’t mean you dressed up.” “Ugh, that costume was dumb.” “It shouldn’t be referred to as a costume, but that’s beside the point.” I like how much Amelia is getting into this little pretend competition. She’s a far cry from the girl who first came home earlier. I love that having Tucker and Emma over has given me more time with Amelia, getting to know the woman she is today, but also managed to put that beautiful smile back on her face. “So who takes the cake for you?” I ask, nudging her leg with mine. Smiling up at me, she says, “Hands down it’s the little boy who dressed as Dwight Schrute from The Office. I think I giggled for five minutes straight after he left. That costume was spot on.” “Oh shit, you’re right,” I reply as Emma and Tucker agree with me. “He even had the watch calculator.” “And the small nose Dwight always complains about.” Emma chuckles. “Yeah, he has to be the winner.” “Now, now, now, let’s not get too hasty. Little Debbie is still in the running,” Tucker points out. Amelia leans forward, seeming incredibly comfortable, and says, “There is no way Little Debbie beats Dwight. Sorry, dude.” The shocked look on Tucker’s face is comical. He’s just been put in his place and the old Amelia has returned. I fucking love it.

I’ve downed two shots and a tumbler of whiskey by the time Racer and Tucker show up. The House of Reardon, our go-to bar, isn’t very far from where we all live, kind of in the middle, but given my race to get some alcohol into my system, I’m a few drinks in already. “I brought reinforcements,” Racer says as he tosses a box of Swiss Rolls in front of me. I can always count on Racer to bring Little Debbie snacks, our sacred lover. “Your text made it seem like you needed to suckle at Debbie’s teet tonight.” “I do.” I rip open the box, tear open a wrapper, and pop an entire roll in my mouth in seconds. “I guess so,” Racer says, a little astonished. “Tucker close?” “Right here,” Tucker says, pulling up a chair next to me at the bar. He pats my shoulder and tosses a box of Zebra Cakes in front of me. My boys know me well. “Zebra Cakes? Dude, I brought Swiss Rolls. Zebra Cakes are piss when it comes to times like this.” “It’s all I had left. Emma’s been eating all my Nutty Bars.” “Why even buy Zebra Cakes? You know that frosting turns into a paste.” From the corner of my eye, I see Tucker run his hand over his face. “Emma got them. When she shops, she literally doesn’t consider which ones she buys; it’s just a sweep of her arm over the shelf. Can’t complain about that.” “I guess you can’t.

You only have the fun you create yourself. Life is what you make of it. If you get lemons, then...well, then don't worry about it, just have your fun anyway.

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been?< >Hello< Rasmus thought he heard a sound, and turned to look at the door once again. He held his breath. Someone was in the hallway outside. He followed the steps as they walked across the carpet. It sounded like his father. The steps were heavy, not like his mother’s that were usually light because she would be tiptoeing in order to not wake up the kids. Rasmus followed the sound of the steps and breathed in relief when they

Frank: No-one wants to buy my art. Man: So do it for yourself. Beauty is important, Frank. It gives us hope.

Beauty is important. It gives us hope.

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Cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye.

A secret's a secret my word is forever  I will tell no one about your cruel endeavor.  You claim no pain but I see right through  your words in everything you do. Teary eyes broken heart life has torn you apart Cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye  I loved you then I love you now

I'll still love you though I'll break my vow.  I can't hold this secret any longer  it's hurting you not making you stronger.  You're my friend so I'll risk your respect  by hurting you I can protect I'll save yourself since you will not  you might hate me but I'll give it a shot.  I'm willing to risk our bond that we own

so long as you're safe you won't be alone.  Cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye  break my promise tell a lie save my friend though, maybe it's "bye." Religious oath in the early 1900s

Cross my heart hope to die stick a needle in my eye  I loved you then I love you now  I'll still love you though I'll break my vow.  I can't hold this secret any longer  it's hurting you not making you stronger.  You're my friend so I'll risk your respect  by hurting you I can protect I'll save yourself since you will not  you might hate me but I'll give it a shot.  I'm willing to risk our bond that we own  so long as you're safe you won't be alone.

My mom was always so considerate and somehow knew exactly what I needed when I needed it. Right now, double chocolate brownies were my solace. “Mom,” I said. “Can I stay over at Emma’s tomorrow night after practice?” I knew I didn’t have to ask, but I did anyway to be courteous. “Sure.

thirsty. But most of all, she needed to get back to her children.

What if Stephan had also killed people? What if he was the killer?

intend to cut you open like a fish and take out your organs one after another. Then I intend to stuff that disgusting sweatband of yours down your throat before I leave you to bleed to death, if you're not already dead. How does that sound?" He asked like he was a waiter at a restaurant listing the day’s specials. Irene gasped and looked at the knife in his hand. "W-W-Why?

sweetie." I missed having him close to me. I missed being able to touch him. Victor sprang up and ran towards the door. When we were back in my bed and I had tucked him in with his own blanket and put pillows up between us—his request so I didn't accidentally bump into him, I couldn't fall asleep. "Victor?" I whispered in the darkness. He didn't answer, but I could hear from his breathing that he wasn't sleeping. "Why don't you want to sleep in your own room?" He took his time. Then his small voice said: "Because someone was killed in there.

Pastor Gotfredsen sipped

you think the church people might have been behind it?

She looked around and spotted the big flashlight on a shelf in the corner among blankets, water bottles, and canned food. She

Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick. So she phoned for the doctor to be quick, quick, quick. The doctor came with his bag and his hat And he knocked at the door with a rat-a-tat-tat. He looked at the dolly and he shook his head and he said, “Miss Polly, put her straight to bed!” He wrote on a paper for a pill, pill, pill “I’ll be back in the morning with my bill, bill, bill.” Nursery

Everything inside of her screamed not to do it, but she didn’t listen. Instead, she looked at Jonas with a soft smile.

thought to myself and tried hard not to laugh

But no matter what else happens, this one thing my mom has always had a weakness for--- Monster Cake. A perilous invention from childhood, the day Paige and Mom and I decided to test the limits of our rinky-dink oven with a combination of Funfetti cake mixed with brownie batter, cookie dough, Oreos, Reese's Cups, and Rolos. The result was so simultaneously hideous and delicious that my mom fashioned googly eyes on it out of frosting, and thus, Monster Cake was born.

More people to make conversation. That was good for me, because I was horrible at small talk and polite conversation. This

Emma lets out a low whistle. “Hot diggity damn. That is one fine-ass slice of man-cake. If I weren’t happily married, I’d drag his extra-large self into that walk-in pantry and give him a taste of my frosting.

PART TWO “That's how I survived. Time and time again. That's my secret. I survived because I willed it to be ... How did I survive apocalyptic fire? I simply refused to feel the flames.” – EMMA FROST, DARK REIGN: THE CABAL VOL 1 #1

The day dawned blue and blurry. A light frost on the grass, a pale, clear morning. It was the first of November, and the sluagh were gone. The light trickled over the island slowly. It brushed against the ruined church spire and dripped down to the memorial, reaching into the crevices of the names writ therein. It poked through curtains and shutters to creep along countertops and kiss sleeping foreheads. It ran along the high street, knocked on the door, danced over the boats in the harbour, and made a sprint up the hill away from the village. It ricocheted through the fields and through the trees, paused reverently at the standing stones, rocketed up to the ancient cathedral where the seagulls swooped, keening.

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You broke into Tammy’s house to steal it?” She was disappointed. A wave of guilt fell over me. “Well, Derek says that since the door was unlocked, we didn’t break in, and Emma says that since Olivia wanted us to have it, it wasn’t stealing,” I rationalized.

God didn’t put us on this earth to make things easy for us. Life is a tough journey and dying is your prize for fulfilling it.

How those dirty faces could ever get the thought that they were equal to the proud hardworking Danish people, she never understood.

He had started by criticizing me. Criticizing my every move. Everything I did or said. If we had guests, he would correct me afterwards, telling me I was stupid for saying something that I had no idea what I was talking about. He would criticize everything I wore, tell me I looked chubby, and that I was lucky that he loved me because no one else would. And he hadn’t done it all at once. No, it had come little by little over the years. It had been sneaking up on me, slowly diminishing my self-confidence, making me feel bad about myself, and making me think I was worthless. How had

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