The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion Quotes

“Is it immoral to marry a man solely to gain a library? And if that man happens to be tremendously good looking, is it more or less of a sin?”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“It was Hawkes who gave voice. “Alchemy.” I shivered. That mythical pursuit that turns disparate elements to gold.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“Of course I’m coming with you. Don’t be daft. My friends do not go to war alone.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“We must be our own before we can be another’s.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“Well, let us hold the pass. No traitors among us.
WE WILL FIGHT IN THE SHADE.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“Yet here I was, determined to fight in the shade. I felt lifted. Noble. Spartan.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“I expect you want tea, now that you’ve driven my curiosity a country mile and abandoned it on the side of the road?”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“Bless a man who knows how to keep his own counsel when you can’t bear to speak.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“He said nothing, did nothing but keep me close. I, feeling like a ghost he kept chained to earth.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“Novel writers, bless them, are such strange birds.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“And if that man happens to be tremendously good looking”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“Is it immoral to marry a man solely to gain a library? And if that man happens to be tremendously good looking”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“JOLLY GOOD FUN!” they all cried out.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“And a Wordsworth sonnet,
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers…”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“we were happily laughing when we came round a corner to meet a familiar mustache, which happened to be attached to the face of my banker, Mr. Penury.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“I nearly sliced it clean off?” he retorted. “If I remember, you were the one who had gotten hold of your uncle’s sword—” “That small fact is not overly relevant to how you looked, Roland,” I insisted, taking off my gloves. “Did it scar?”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“he did send me several half-moon smiles across the table. It made him look like he was dying of the pox.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“A far less romantic world we would have if no one dared carry a beautiful pocket watch.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“Honestly, I did think it a little funny.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“You’re not half so bad once you get dolled up a bit, love.” Clearly the epitaph on my future gravestone.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“You could never do such a thing, Emma,” proclaimed Mary. “And neither could I. We’re both far too committed to hearing our own opinions.” I snorted.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“I have my instructions, Miss Lion. Last Season you served as a humble, forgettable presence. Now you are to command attention. As Miss Spencer’s cousin, your beauty will show depth of breeding, an elegance of association. I am to make a picture. From your petticoats to your gloves. Everything”—she waved her hand—“perfect. All silk will be Lyon silk. There will be velvet, flounces, shirring, frills, taffeta, lace of all sorts, ribbons, tassels, overskirts, silk shoes, embroidery.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“I sit at the very top of a fresh month with a choice before me. One which very well may have an impact on the whole of my existence. Which book do I read next?”

-Emma M Lion”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“Felicity is the gift of a book.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“But love and trust are not the same”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“Credo quia absurdum.” “What does that mean?” “I believe because it is absurd.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“They might not be of the Old Testament variety—Pierce”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“In few words”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“I answered by holding up his two letters. “The basket could scarcely contain them. Your warning was warranted.” It was then I captured his full attention. He stopped what he was doing, smiled with menace (menace, I say!), his eyes challenging. “Just you wait, Emma. You will rue the day.”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

“One evening”
― Beth Brower, The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4