Emory And Will Quotes

Abuse can feel like love. Why?' Starving people will eat anything.

[M]emory is time folding back on itself. To remember is to disengage from the present.

But you’re going to be fucking mine someday,” he growled. “Come hell or high water, Emory Scott. You’re my woman, and you’re going to come home to me every day and sit at my table and warm my fucking bed.” He kissed me. “And you’re going to give me a Will Grayson IV. Mark my words.

I love when they argue,” Emory said into his soup. “Keeps my weak little heart beating.

Because he’s the one pure, beautiful thing untainted by ugliness,” he repeated his same words from the shower. “And we love him for it.

Some days there won't be a song in your heart. Sing anyway.

You and me against the world,” he whispered, picking up speed and going harder. “Always,” I said.

I’d loved Emory since the moment I laid eyes on her when I was fourteen.

I made you beautiful,” Emory said again, again. “You keep saying that,” Ama answered. “But I did not ask for your beauty. I made beauty all on my own. I did not need you then.

Blood, sweat, and tea, sister! That's what it takes to achieve all great and terrible things.

My unmatched perspicacity, coupled with sheer indefatigability, makes me a feared opponent in any realm of human endeavor.

In the name of the King, halt!" "In the name of your duty, catch me!

We would drive to Canada, where it would probably be legal for us to get married- it was Canada where they let people do whatever they wanted because it was too cold to bother stopping them.

Alex was like Damon. They loved me. They indulged my dark side. They were too forgiving and too enabling. They kept me from being lonely, but Emory taught me that not everything I wanted was going to come easy. That there were things I was going to have to fight for and there was pain in the world that my shallow lifestyle in high school kept me ignorant of. She made me feel like a man.

I began with absolutely nothing, and I'm so good, I've still got most of it left!

I allow manipulation to find out where my enemy wants me to go. Then I use my mind to break the trap and punish the perpetrators.

Are you scared, Emory?” he asked her. Her voice remained as still and calm as her body. “I’m the eye of the storm. You?

Dear Aunt Patty, Thank you for coming to be part of what definitely ranks in the top five worst days of my life. While your generosity is appreciated, I am returning this gift, as forced bachelorhood necessitates total abstinence from bamboo placemats and matching napkin rings in my daily life. Sincerely, Emory Too much?

Time is drowning, Hearts are burning, Heads are rolling, Nothing can save you now, Tick tock, tick tock; Creatures talking, Weak are rising, White Queen’s nearing, Nothing can save you now, Tick tock, tick tock; Cards are bleeding, Crowns are sweating, Tea is spilling, Nothing can save you now, Tick tock, tick tock; Red Queen, here’s your warning, Wonderland’s raging, Alice is coming, Highness, time is drowning, And nothing can save you now, Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…

I build with you now,” he whispered to me, the heat of his mouth on my lips. “We make Thunder Bay together, Em. I love you.” I love you. I closed my eyes, my face cracking and my eyes filling with tears.

There is a reason why morning follows night, hjälte. After times of great darkness, we must take time to mourn all we have lost and all who were lost, even as hope rises with the sun.

At last Emory turned to leave, well pleased, and then a thought flashed through Ama’s mind, a realization that chilled her even more deeply than the rain – This is how he likes me best… when I am in need of rescue.

It’s midnight!” he says frantically, slapping at the door. “Call her. Call your roommate!” “Oh, shit,” I mutter. I retrieve my phone and begin to dial Emory’s number. “I was about to dial 911,” Emory says as she answers. “Sorry, we almost forgot.” “Do you need to use the code word?” she asks. “No, I’m fine. I already locked him out, so I don’t think he’s going to murder me tonight.” Emory sighs. “That sucks,” she says. “Not that he didn’t murder you,” she adds quickly. “I just really wanted to hear you say the code word.” I laugh. “I’m sorry my safety disappoints you.” She sighs again. “Please? Just say it for me one time.” “Fine,” I say with a groan. “Meat dress. Are you happy?” There’s a quiet pause before she says, “I don’t know. Now I’m not sure if you said the code word just to make me happy or if you’re really in danger.

Love isn't possession. I don't need to have him to love him.

Immediately after graduating, with honors, from Emory University in the summer of 1990, McCandless dropped out of sight. He changed his name, gave the entire balance of a twenty-four-thousand-dollar savings account to charity, abandoned his car and most of his possessions, burned all the cash in his wallet. And then he invented a new life for himself, taking up residence at the ragged margin of our society, wandering across North America in search of raw, transcendent experience.

A monster, some called her. But in the shadows, only said in whispers, she was an angel in red.

The art of flexibility?" "A most valuable talent," Napier grinned. "Most valuable indeed." Tucker turned back around in the saddle, having the good sense not to ask him what he meant.

I’d loved Emory since the moment I laid eyes on her when I was fourteen. “From that moment on, it seemed I was always aware of her, and everything I did, I did it with it in mind that she was watching.

(M)emories are often amalgams of truth and fiction, sewn together in our heads by our subconscious to support our personal beliefs about the world.

Neither of us could stay within an enclosed cage for long.

You could always count on serendipity to keep things interesting.

Tucker met his eyes and set her hand in his. "I've never met a gypsy before." "I'm honoured to be your first." He kissed her knuckles coyly.

Grandfather Razini stole it from a port in Newsensefords a couple of years ago." She raised her brows."How do you steal a boat?" "I have no idea, but I'd love to try it some time.

I haven't decided yet if you're witty or clueless." "All of the above," Napier answered. "Unless charming is an option, of course.

I think love and hate intertwine far too much for humanity's own good, yet we choose to compare them like vinegar and water.

Napier grinned. "I'm flattered." "I'm sure you are," Colt said. "You've always been optimistic in your interpretations.

I’m going to fix everything.” “Ah, but darling, you don’t have to.

The first time I came to Wonderland I was trying to find my sister. The second time, I tried to find myself. This time, I’m going to find Remus. I’m going to get my Hatter.

Everyone’s important. Trouble is trying to figure out why.

The Emory University neuroscientists James Rilling and Gregory Berns found that helping people in need stimulates the same brain region as winning a prize or eating a delicious meal. We also know that depressed (and formerly depressed) people are more likely to see the world from others’ points of view and to experience compassion; conversely, high-empathy people are more likely than others to enjoy sad music.

Stupidity is singing the rebel anthem and hoping you won't get caught, Tucker," he had chided her. "But bravery is singing it proudly, hoping the king will come to fight you personally.

Some days there won't be a song in your heart, sing anyway.

Don't you own a pair of riding pants?" Tucker shook her head, wondering how fast horses were. Lorelei shot her sister a harsh glare. "Why does it seem as if she's never ridden a day in her life?" Vivian crossed her arms. "Because I brought her to a manor, not a stable.

Come hell or high water, Emory Scott. You’re my woman, and you’re going to come home to me every day and sit at my table and warm my fucking bed.” He kissed me. “And you’re going to give me a Will Grayson IV. Mark my words.

Napier surfaced next to her and propped his arms on the ledge. "I meant to ask - can you swim?" "No," she said through chattering teeth, "Actually I can't." He cocked his head to the side and looked perplexed. "Your lips are blue." "I'm cold," she said curtly. "Want me to warm you up?" he asked, grinning. "I'd rather be cold," she snapped, hating him more by the second.

She's the princess, Colt!" Addie grabbed his arm. "She's just like we imagined, isn't she?" Napier hopped down to inspect the wound. "You imagined the princess with a hole in her leg? How sick." "Get away from her," Colt scoffed. "You're halfway under Tucker's skirts." "I'm a doctor!" "No, you're not!

The idea of saying goodbye was unbearable. Emory had walked back into his life, carved herself a place in it despite all his trepidations, and though Baz doubted he would ever feel fearless like Kai or Romie, he knew Emory had made him want to fear less. This girl who’d laughed in fields of gold, who’d made sunflowers bloom, who’d looked up at the stars with him and thought they were lost should trying to find their way home.

At the Emory University School of Medicine in 2013, researchers conducted an experiment with male mice. They exposed the mice to the smell of cherry blossoms, then gave them an electric shock. The mice came to associate the smell of cherry blossoms with danger. Eventually, the mice were able to identify the smell at trace concentrations. The smell receptors in their brain enlarged—they changed to identify the scent. Researchers even identified changes in the mice’s sperm. Then, after the mice had offspring, the researchers exposed this next generation of mice to the cherry blossom scent. Despite the fact that these mice had never smelled cherry blossoms before and had never been shocked, they still shuddered and jumped when it wafted into their cages. This generation of mice had inherited their parents’ trauma.

The Forest is dark, dearie, The Forest is dark; The moment you think that you’re lost in the woods, then you are. Do not lose your way, dearie, Do not lose your way; The monsters are lurking not far from the path should you stray. Things aren’t what they seem, dearie, Things aren’t what they seem; Kind grins are bared teeth; Please don’t answer the calls from the trees. Do not pay them heed, dearie, Do not pay them heed; Hear footsteps behind you, beware but don’t fret, they’re just checking. The air is alive, dearie, The air is alive; To help and to hinder, but it’s how some learned to survive. These woods are too old, dearie, These woods are too old; Watch for crimson wraiths, keep your strength and wits close should you go. Deep in the Forest.

Just a boy, Just a child, In a place where no one grows up; Young bodies with old minds, Dream and nightmare reign side by side, In a place where no one grows up; A time when darkness shrouded the sun, Vengeance birthed from sea and blood, Many had fallen in the war never won, In a place where no one grows up; When the boy’s heart grieved he became more of a man, When the pirate’s heart hardened with the loss of his hand, One dreadful night everything changed and feuds began, Now the ghosts from their mistakes are tied to this land, In a place where no one grows up; Just a boy, just a child, in appearance it’s true, But children can carry terrible burdens too, For sometimes stopping time doesn’t mean forever youth, Living, forgetting, loving, seething, bearing an all too heavy truth; Just a boy, Just a child, In a place where no one grows up.