Quotes From "Letters To Eloise" By Emily Williams

Shrieking Brooke’s name as loudly as I could, out in the corridor, I brought her running quickly to my room.‘ What’s happened, what’s wrong?’ she immediately cried concerned, legging it up the stairs two at a time. She appeared breathless outside the kitchen door. Brian appeared sleepily at his door too, awoken by the noise, and watched us.‘ She’s moving, ’ I cried.‘ What? Flutters like before?’‘ No more, here feel.’ I grabbed her hand and pushed it down onto myexposed belly. Brian averted his eyes as I stood, belly out and top up over my bra, in the middle of the corridor.‘ I can’t push you that hard, ’ she exclaimed, pulling back her fingers surprised. ‘It will hurt you, or her, I can’t do that.’‘ Yes, you can, ’ I insisted. ‘You won’t hurt us.’ I pulled her hand back and pushed her long fingers into my belly and we stood waiting, hardly daring to breathe. You kicked again, hard into my side, under Brooke’s long pink fingernails. Brooke jumped away from me in shock and then burst out laughing. She clapped her hands together delighted.‘ Well?’ I asked her.‘ She kicked me, ’ Brooke shrieked still jumping up and down clapping. ‘She kicked me. That was amazing, let me do it again.’ She came back over towards me slowly. Cautiously she pushed her fingers into the same spot on my side. We waited again in silence and I saw her face slightly drop as the seconds ticked by.‘ Ah it works, ’ she yelled, as again she jumped back shocked as the tiny little feet thudded from my insides at her hand. ‘I love it. Do it again.’ I laughed and then Brian stepped forward.‘ Can I have a go?’ he asked quietly, fiddling with his hands and stepping out of his room towards us.‘ Of course you can, come here.’ And that is how we spent the next few minutes out in the corridor by the kitchen, shrieking, whooping, and jumping around. If anyone had been in the house, I know they would probably have thought we were all mad. Mad, no. Thrilled and excited, most definitely. Baby girl, you did that to us. Thank you. Emily Williams

Sometimes you just need the comforts of home, the familiarity of your own family bed and only the pampering a mother can do. Emily Williams

What would your young students say, who have come so far to hear you and prefer your severe lectures to ease of a worldly life, if they should discover you secretly a slave to your passions and a victim of those weaknesses from which your rules secured them? Emily Williams

We are all a slave to our passions Emily Williams

Time they say is a great healer, but in this case, I am not sure that is true. Emily Williams

The feeling of abandonment overwhelmed me as I realised that no one had waited, or cared where I was. Emily Williams

Abelard to Heloise — Banish me, therefore, for ever from your heart — it is the best advice I can give, for the remembrance of a person we have loved guiltily can not be hurtful, whatever advances we may have made in the way of virtue. Emily Williams

I gulped and remained silent, a tear streamed down my face as I looked away, hoping she didn’t notice. Emily Williams

Sometimes there are people in this world that you meet. Most of these people remain just that, passing acquaintances that further down the line you will struggle to remember their names, let alone picture their faces and it all fades into a distant past almost like a dissolving aspirin. Some acquaintances become friends, but again these come and go with only a few remaining consistent. However, occasionally you will meet someone that changes who you are and who you will become. . Emily Williams

Sometimes you may have not even talked to that person, just seen them at a distance, but inside something has ignited. It may be curiosity, to be able to understand the thoughts in that person’s head, their views on the world and how they can make you feel as a person. Emily Williams

It became evident, that in Paris, only one man could fulfil Heloise’s educational needs, Peter (or as the French called him, Pierre) Abelard, a thirty-seven year old philosopher and teacher Emily Williams

I can still smell dog poo everywhere. It stinks. Emily Williams