Emilee Stokes > Emilee's Quotes

“In memory, everything seems to happen to music.”
― Jenny Han, P.S. I Still Love You

“Where you go, I shall go; where you die, I shall die, and there will I be buried.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“They said that love was terrifying and tender, wild and sweet, and none of it made any sense.
But now I knew that every mad word was true.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“I love you,” I say to him, only it comes out, “Hey.”
“So damn much,” he says back, only it comes out, “Dude.”
He still won’t meet my eyes.”
― Jandy Nelson, I'll Give You the Sun

“I mean, when do we start feeling like the world belongs to us?”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belong to you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“When people say weird, what they really mean is different. And difference has never been a bad thing.”
― Louise Gornall, Under Rose-Tainted Skies

“Sometimes things are going to happen and the only way out is through.”
― Louise Gornall, Under Rose-Tainted Skies

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“The world,” Aelin said, “will be saved and remade by the dreamers, Rolfe.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

“And then I am going to rattle the stars.”
― Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire

“My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.”
― Abigail Adams

“You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never
Rises from the soul, and sways
The heart of every single hearer,
With deepest power, in simple ways.
You’ll sit forever, gluing things together,
Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps,
Blowing on a miserable fire,
Made from your heap of dying ash.
Let apes and children praise your art,
If their admiration’s to your taste,
But you’ll never speak from heart to heart,
Unless it rises up from your heart’s space.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust, First Part