"I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples."
— Emily Giffin (Baby Proof)

"You teach me how cruel you've been- cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears; they'll blight you- they'll damn you. You loved me- then what right had you t leave me? What right- answer me- for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have no broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you- Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?"
— Emily Brontë

"Save some for your brothers," Emily chastised him, hitting him on head with a wooden spoon. The word surprised me, but the others thought nothing of it.
"Pig," Jared commented."
— Stephenie Meyer

"You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can end up focusing on misleading factors. Stuff that really has more to do with personality-the fact that some people are simply more expressive or emotional or needy in a relationship. But beyond such smokescreens, the answer is there. Love is seldom-almost never-an even proposition."
— Emily Giffin (Baby Proof)

"You can love someone you mistrust."
— Emily Giffin (Baby Proof)

" The following year the house was substantially remodeled, and the conservatory removed. As the walls of the now crumbling wall were being torn down, one of the workmen chanced upon a small leatherbound book that had apparently been concealed behind a loose brick or in a crevice in the wall. By this time Emily Dickinson was a household name in Amherst. It happened that this carpenter was a lover of poetry- and hers in particular- and when he opened the little book and realized that that he had found her diary, he was “seized with a violent trembling,” as he later told his grandson. Both electrified and terrified by the discovery, he hid the book in his lunch bucket until the workday ended and then took it home. He told himself that after he had read and savored every page, he would turn the diary over to someone who would know how to best share it with the public. But as he read, he fell more and more deeply under the poet’s spell and began to imagine that he was her confidant. He convinced himself that in his new role he was no longer obliged to give up the diary. Finally, having brushed away the light taps of conscience, he hid the book at the back of an oak chest in his bedroom, from which he would draw it out periodically over the course of the next sixty-four years until he had virtually memorized its contents. Even his family never knew of its existence.

Shortly before his death in 1980 at the age of eighty-nine, the old man finally showed his most prized possession to his grandson (his only son having preceded him in death), confessing that his delight in it had always been tempered by a nagging guilt and asking that the young man now attempt to atone for his grandfather’s sin. The grandson, however, having inherited both the old man’s passion for poetry and his tendency towards paralysis of conscience, and he readily succumbed to the temptation to hold onto the diary indefinitely while trying to decide what ought to be done with it."
— Jamie Fuller (The Diary of Emily Dickinson)

"She died--this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side."

EMILY DICKINSON [1830-1886]
Featured in the novel "A Death for Beauty" "
— Emily Dickinson (Emily Dickenson: Selected Poems)

"Emily Dickinson , in my opinion, is the perfect (although admittedly slightly cliche) poet for lonely fat girls."
— Suzanne Supplee (Artichoke's Heart)

"As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain hidden deep in Emily’s nature—the strain of the gypsy and the poet, the genius and the fool."
— L.M. Montgomery (Emily Climbs)

"" Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.""
— Emily Dickinson (Emily Dickinson: Selected Poems)

"Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath."
— Emily Dickinson (The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson)

"Haven't you heard the saying 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'?" - Emily
"Haven't you heard the saying 'SHUT UP'?" - Martha"
— Emily and Martha Maxwell

""Listen," Mac interrupted, "you still have to knock it out of the part. But it's a degree-of-difficulty thing. You're doing a triple lutz and she's skating. You're the Sasha Cohen here.""
— Zoey Dean (Almost Famous)

"He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again."
— Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights)