It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

Before her marriage she had thought that she had love within her grasp; but since the happiness which she had expected this love to bring her hadn’t come, she supposed she must have been mistaken. And Emma tried to imagine just what was meant, in life, by the words “bliss,” “passion,” and “rapture” - words that had seemed so beautiful to her in books.

She remembered the heroines of novels she had read, and the lyrical legion of those adulterous women began to sing in her memory with sisterly voices that enchanted her. Now she saw herself as one of those amoureuses whom she had so envied: she was becoming, in reality, one of that gallery of fictional figures; the long dream of her youth was coming true.

Success is a consequence and must not be a goal. I've never sought it (though I desire it) and seek it less and less.

Prose is like hair; it shines with combing.

Talent is long patience.

By trying to understand everything, everything makes me dream