Emly Quotes & Sayings
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My garden all is overblown with roses,/ My spirit all is overblown with rhyme, — Vita Sackville-West
The world of the flapper - live free, wild and young - that energy is intoxicating. It's nice to inject that into the more controlled 'Downton' way of living. — Lily James
Which of them, then, was more detestable? The one who was loathsome by nature, or the one who wanted to be loathsome but hadn't enough ambition to excel at it> — Orson Scott Card
The goal is to make something that sounds new and different. — Ariel Rechtshaid
A dwelling should be not a retreat from space, but life in space. — Laszlo Moholy-Nagy
Never put off for tomorrow, what you can do today. — Aaron Burr
The new painters do not propose, any more than did their predecessors, to be geometers. But it may be said that geometry is to the plastic arts what grammar is to the art of the writer. Today, scholars no longer limit themselves to the three dimensions of Euclid. The painters have been lead quite naturally, one might say by intuition, to preoccupy themselves with the new possibilities of spatial measurement which, in the language of the modern studios, are designated by the term fourth dimension. — Guillaume Apollinaire
Love isn't only love, sweetheart. It's hard work, and trust, and tears, with even a few glimpses of devastation. But at the end of each day, if you can still look at the person at your side and can't imagine anyone else you'd rather have there, the pain and heartache and the ups and downs of love are worth it. — Nicole Williams
Individually there were things we lacked, but together we were perfect. — Megan Hart
In creating a new character, it's sometimes difficult to find a touchstone, a North Star that will always point you in the direction that character will travel. — Deanna Raybourn
She presses her nose against mine, completely obscuring my view of the keyboard. I find myself staring into her large dark green eyes. Her irises are flecked with gold. I keep playing.
"Wrong note!" she cries, triumphant. — Tabitha Suzuma