Emma

“We understand what it's like to grieve with fire and not tears.”
― Hafsah Faizal, A Tempest of Tea

“The thought sends a strange hollow ache out through my limbs. Something like loneliness. Something like Ebenezer Scrooge watching his nephew Fred’s Christmas party through the frosty window. An outsideness made all the more stark by the revelation of insideness.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“And then, God help me, on my first morning, in the first few minutes of my first morning, I felt that this alien northern countryside was friendly, that I’d turned a corner and that this summer of 1920, which was to smoulder on until the first leaves fell, was to be a propitious season of living, a blessed time.
I told myself that I didn’t care how long the job took me – what was left of July, August, September, even October. I was going to be happy, live simply, spend as little as paraffin, bread, vegetables and a bit of bully-beef now and then might cost me.”
― J.L. Carr, A Month in the Country

“It feels like not just an understatement, but a complete mistranslation for something vast and unruly.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers