Emma

“There are moments in time that are incredibly cruel. The worst occur when true greatness begins to bud but is snuffed out before the blossom. You are the star allowed only to flicker briefly in the morning light, erased by the rising sun.”
― Michael J. Sullivan, Farilane

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

“Kile?” she stopped him.
He turned.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
For the first time, he appeared at a total loss. “Sorry? I don’t understand. For what?”
“This must be awful for you.”
“This must be awful . . . for me?”
“I don’t know what it is you did, what crimes you committed, but I can see this penance of yours is beyond horrible. I’d rather be the forest than the fire. Whether you succeed or not, allow me to add my voice to the many who must have thanked you over the centuries for what you are trying to do.”
Kile stared at her, dumbfounded. He blinked, balled his hands into fists, wet his lips, then took a deep and steady breath.
“What?” she asked.
“You are the first.” He turned quickly and headed for the door.”
― Michael J. Sullivan, Farilane

“I know before I turn that when I do, she won’t be there anymore.
I let her out of my sight, and now she’s gone. I can never stop myself from looking. From turning to the quiet, still room, feeling that painful emptiness in my chest like she’s been carved out of me.
And that’s when I wake up. Like if she can’t be there, there’s no point in dreaming at all.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers