Lizzie Bennet Diaries / Emma Approved
"She was more disturbed by Mr. Knightley’s not dancing than by any thing else.—There he was, among the standers-by, where he ought not to be; he ought to be dancing,—not classing himself with the husbands, and fathers, and whist-players, who were pretending to feel an interest in the dance till their rubbers were made up,—so young as he looked!— He could not have appeared to greater advantage perhaps anywhere, than where he had placed himself. His tall, firm, upright figure, among the bulky forms and stooping shoulders of the elderly men, was such as Emma felt must draw every body’s eyes; and,excepting her own partner, there was not one among the whole row of young men who could be compared with him."
❝ ‘I cannot make speeches, Emma:’ he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. - ‘If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. - You hear nothing but truth from me. - I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it. - Bear with the truths I would tell you now, dearest Emma, as well as you have borne with them. The manner, perhaps, may have as little to recommend them. God knows, I have been a very indifferent lover. - But you understand me. - Yes, you see, you understand my feelings - and will return them if you can. At present, I ask only to hear, once to hear your voice.’ ❞
"I cannot make speeches, Emma," he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me."
Emma Approved episode 9 / episode 70
Giant “I’m not even sorry” gifset.
heartbeat - emma & alex
A Ravenclaw uses Alohomora
A Slytherin uses a lockpick
A Gryffindor charges to ram the door down
A Hufflepuff tries the doorknob and finds it wasn’t locked in the first place.
Clueless + text posts (screen caps here)
You’re gone, gone, gone away
I watched you d i s a p p e a r
All that’s left is the ghost of you
Now we’re torn, torn, torn apart,
There’s n o t h i n g we can do
Just let me go we’ll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
P l e a s e hang around
I’ll see you when I fall asleep
I want to gracefully let go of the things I thought I wanted for the future and hold fast to whatever God has for me now.
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