Top 500 Emily Henry Quotes (2026 Update)
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451. “If she can’t be there, there’s no point in dreaming at all.”

— Emily Henry

452. “I love being up before anyone else and seeing the sunrise every day, being outside with the vegetables and the sunshine.”

— Emily Henry

453. “Maybe love shouldn’t be built on a foundation of compromises, but maybe it can’t exist without them either.”

— Emily Henry

454. “Why is my mother texting me about how hot you are?”

— Emily Henry

455. “It feels like there’s poison inside of me. No matter how hard I run, I can’t burn through it. For once, I wish I could cry, but I can’t.”

— Emily Henry

456. “Though it is called Spaaaahhh, which gives me pause. It’s unclear whether that’s meant to be read as a sigh or a scream.”

— Emily Henry

457. “I felt so lost again. Every time I started to find my way, I seemed to slip further down. How could I trust what Gus and I have? How could I trust my own feelings? People were complicated. They weren’t math problems; they were collections of feelings and decisions and dumb luck. The world was complicated too, not a beautifully hazy French film, but a disastrous, horrible mess, speckled with brilliance and love and meaning.”

— Emily Henry

458. “The only promise you ever had in life was the one moment you were living.”

— Emily Henry

459. “When I look back up at him, he’s beaming at me, and I think, I love you more now than I ever have.”

— Emily Henry

460. “Everyone wants a golden retriever,” he says in a low voice. As ridiculous a statement as it is, he looks serious, concerned.”

— Emily Henry

461. “Happy for now.” I tasted the words, rolled them over the back of my tongue like wine. The only promise you ever had in life was the one moment you were living. And I was. Happy for now.”

— Emily Henry

462. “Is there anything worse than a man who thinks he’s above the laws of the social contract just because he was born with a decent face and a fat wallet?”

— Emily Henry

463. “That is what I’m looking for every time I flip to the back of a book, compulsively checking for proof that in a life where so many things have gone wrong, there can be beauty too. That there is always hope, no matter what.”

— Emily Henry

464. “I’m afraid of you realizing I bore you.”

— Emily Henry

465. “Okay, definitely should’ve just gotten our hair cut here,” Libby says, though I silently disagree, based on the dripping-blood-style letters on the sign and the fact that they spell out Curl Up N Dye.”

— Emily Henry

466. “I picked through buckets of cut flowers, longing for the days when I could afford a bundle of daisies for the kitchen, calla lilies for the nightstand in the bedroom. Of course, that had been back when Jacques and I were sharing an apartment. When you were renting in New York by yourself, there wasn’t much money for things that smelled good for a week, then died in front of you.”

— Emily Henry

467. “There were thousands of times I’d thought, He is the perfect boyfriend. But once my dad was gone, and I was furious with him but also couldn’t stop missing him, I realized I’d never thought, “Jacques is so perfectly my favorite person.”

— Emily Henry

468. “It could still happen. Life’s long.”

— Emily Henry

469. “It was our beautiful life together, amazing vacations and grand gestures and freshly cut flowers in handmade vases, that had held us together for so long.”

— Emily Henry

470. “There’s that Poppy, who’s experiencing it all and having the most magical night of her life. And then there’s the one who’s already missing it, who’s watching this all happen from some point in the distance, knowing I can never go back and do it all over again.”

— Emily Henry

471. “Or I could just stay in this bathroom, forever. I had wine; had a toilet; what else did one need?”

— Emily Henry

472. “Those were the endings I found solace in. The ones that said, Yes, you have lost something, but maybe, someday, you’ll find something too.”

— Emily Henry

473. “Wyn’s head droops against my shoulder, his laughter spilling across my skin, dripping down my spine, lighting up my nerve endings as it goes.”

— Emily Henry

474. “I want to enjoy it while it’s happening, not just for where it might get me eventually.”

— Emily Henry

475. “His mother had stayed with his father, no matter the cost, and part of that had been her son learning to hate his own name.”

— Emily Henry

476. “It doesn’t mean I don’t want you, January – I’ve always wanted you. It just means I also want you to be happy, and I’m scared I could never be the person who could give you that.”

— Emily Henry

477. “The possibility hung in the air: at any time, one of us could have invited the other over, and either of us would have accepted. But neither of us asked, and so things went as they’d been.”

— Emily Henry

478. “His gruff laugh was mostly lost in the wing, but I heard enough of it to make my cheeks go warm.”

— Emily Henry

479. “I fought a smile, stifled a flutter in my stomach. A smile and a flutter weren’t enough for me. I was done with secrets and lies, no matter how pretty.”

— Emily Henry

480. “Oh, no, it wasn’t a medical procedure,” I say. “It was an Etsy spell.”

— Emily Henry

481. “Whatever you are,” I said, “it’s better than a night-light. And for what it’s worth, as a former fairy princess and the ultimate secret soft-girl, I think you’re plenty gentle.”

— Emily Henry

482. “It was a raging party. So apparently the Grump didn’t hate all people, just me. I cupped my mouth around my hands and yelled out the window, “EXCUSE ME!”

— Emily Henry

483. “I had so many questions but all of them were nebulous, unaskable. In my own story, I didn’t want to be the heroine who let some silly miscommunication derail something obviously good, but in my real life, I felt like I’d rather risk that and keep my dignity than keep laying everything out for Gus until he finally came right out and admitted he didn’t want me the way I wanted him.”

— Emily Henry

484. “What if I’m bad at it?” I ask. “Being a parent.” He sweeps my hair back from my neck. “You won’t be.” “You don’t know that,” I say. “I do,” he says. “How?” I say. “Because you’re good at loving,” he says. “And that’s all you have to do.”

— Emily Henry

485. “I feel like I’m finally there, that place I’ve always wanted to be, the other side of the lit kitchen windows I could see from my childhood street, where rooms are filled with love and noise and squabbling.”

— Emily Henry

486. “All day long, I hear myself saying this same phrase, like I’m desperate to get it out of my body even as I feel incapable: I am having a hard time.”

— Emily Henry

487. “I can just tell he doesn’t get it,” Alex said. “Get what?” I asked. “You,” he said. “He has no idea how lucky he is.”

— Emily Henry

488. “I knew how stupid and melodramatic it sounded, but with him, it was always so hard to rein myself in, to say anything but the absolute truth of how I felt. And worst of all, I hadn’t even known that was how I felt until this moment. Alex’s presence had a way of drawing the truth right to my surface.”

— Emily Henry

489. “It’s one thing to accept that the person I love most is fundamentally unknowable to me; it’s another to accept that she doesn’t quite see me either. She doesn’t trust me, not enough to share what’s going on, not enough to lean on me or let me comfort her.”

— Emily Henry

490. “You have made me a new person: January’s father. And I know this is who I will be for the rest of my life.”

— Emily Henry

491. “Then maybe we should enjoy our happy-for-now.”

— Emily Henry

492. “Where his thigh not quite touches mine, it feels like a piping hot knife held against butter.”

— Emily Henry

493. “You’re home to me, Alex. And I think I’m that for you too.”

— Emily Henry

494. “But even so, why did I care what he thought? I shouldn’t need everyone to believe in or want the things I believed in and wanted.”

— Emily Henry

495. “For a while, we’re quiet. I reach over and fold Alex’s hand in mine. “She must’ve been pretty amazing,” I say, “to make a person like you.”

— Emily Henry

496. “Between the three of us, we’d be fine. It’d be fun. Magic. That’s what those days felt like. Not how Libby made it sound. Sure, there were problems, but what about all those days lying on our bellies in the Coney Island sand reading until the sun set? Or nights spent in a row on our sofa, eating junk food and watching old movies?”

— Emily Henry

497. “I mean my dad was a liar, but I loved him. Really loved him, so much that just knowing he isn’t on this planet still tears me in half whenever I think about it.”

— Emily Henry

498. “I used to think it was because people like me don’t get those endings. And asking for it, hoping for it, is a way to lose something you’ve never even had.”

— Emily Henry

499. “The only two ways I’ve ever managed to get out of my head are through reading and rigorous exercise.”

— Emily Henry

500. “The world looks different than I ever thought it could be, and I don’t want to look for what’s broken or what could go wrong. I don’t want to brace myself for the worst and miss out on being with you.”

— Emily Henry