Top 500 Emily Henry Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “Everything is changing. It has to. You can’t stop time. All you can do is point yourself in a direction and hope the wind will let you get there. Another maritime metaphor. I am truly a local’s worst nightmare. But the point stands: change happens.”

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252. “Sometimes it feels like I didn’t even exist before that. Like you invented me.”

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253. “When I was a kid, I used to have these panic attacks thinking about how I could never be anyone else. I couldn’t be my mom or my dad, and for my whole life, I’d have to walk around inside a body that kept me from ever truly knowing anyone else.”

— Emily Henry

254. “If I were hit by a meteor while in the car with you, yes, I would still think I went out on a high note.”

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255. “You can take my life,” I yelped, dodging his hands, “you can take my freedom, but you’ll never take this goddamn yearbook from me, Gus.”

— Emily Henry

256. “Do you send all your enemies Bigfoot erotica, or just the special ones?”

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257. “I love you”, I tell him. “In every universe.”

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258. “This is what I want for the rest of my life. To see new places. To meet new people. To try new things. I don’t feel lost or out of place here.”

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259. “Because there’s nowhere I wouldn’t go for you. And if you get out to Montana and realize there’s somewhere else you need to be, there’s nothing I’m not willing to do to make it work. I’d rather have you five days a year than anyone else all the time.”

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260. “For a decade, I’ve known I will never have everything and so all I’ve wanted is to believe that, someday, again, I’ll have enough. The ache won’t always be so bad. No ice ever freezes too thick to thaw and no thorns ever grow too dense to be cut away.”

— Emily Henry

261. “Ninety-five percent of the time, I see Alex Nilsen in a purely platonic way, and I’d guess his number hovers a bit higher. But for that other five percent of the time, there’s this what-if.”

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262. “I’m a complete person, and not just someone else’s mistake.”

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263. “If my professionalism is a gel manicure, then Charlie Lastra is apparently the industrial-grade acetone capable of burning right through it.”

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264. “Sometimes the truth sucks.” “It’s always better to have the truth up front than to be misled.”

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265. “You have a face for movies, not photographs,” I say. “Meaning?” “Meaning you’re extremely handsome in real life, when your face is moving how it does, but when one millisecond is captured, yes, sometimes you’re making a weird face.”

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

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267. “I burst into laughter against my will, and he’s so visibly pleased it gives me a full-body twinge of pride. He wants to make me laugh.”

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268. “Like a good book or an incredible outfit, being on vacation transports you into another version of yourself.”

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269. “I almost love him. I’m starting to love him. I love him.”

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270. “Happy endings don’t matter if the getting there sucks.”

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

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272. “Things change, but we stretch and grow and make room for one another.”

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273. “You can take the city person out of the city, but the city will always be in them. I think it’s the same for sisters. Anywhere we go, we won’t leave each other. We couldn’t even if we wanted to. And we don’t. We never will.”

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274. “I hadn’t felt like this in years – that almost painful weight of wanting, that paralyzing fear that any wrong move would ruin everything.”

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275. “Everything about my best friend was misleading to the men of Chicago. She was eccentric and loud, prone to heavy drinking and all-night partying, comfortable with casual hookups, always the funniest and most shocking person in any room, and she posted mostly nude selfies with increasing regularity. She was enigmatic, the closest to the stereotypical male fantasy I’d ever seen outside of a movie, but deep down she was, completely, a romantic.”

— Emily Henry

276. “I needed those people because I felt alone. I thought I had to run hundreds of miles away from here to find some place to belong. I spent my whole life thinking anyone outside my family who got too close, saw too much, wouldn’t want me anymore. The safest thing was those quick, serendipitous moments with strangers. That’s all I thought I could have.”

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277. “Alex sets his book down. “I tell you what. You can have my summer breaks. I’ll keep those wide open for you, and we’ll go anywhere you want, that we can afford.” “Really?” I say, dubious. “Promise.” He holds out his hand, and we shake on it, then sit there grinning for a few seconds feeling like we’ve signed some life-alteringly significant contract.”

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278. “I mean that you have the weirdest laugh of anyone I’ve ever met, Harriet,” he says softly. “And it feels like taking a shot of tequila every time I hear it. Like I could get drunk on the sound of you. Or hungover when I go too long without you.”

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279. “Sometimes, even when you start with the last page and you think you know everything, a book finds a way to surprise you.”

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

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

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282. “January.” He sighed. “Augustus.” “It’s been four minutes. No Uber’s coming. Would you please get in the car?” “I’ll walk.” “Why?” “Because I need the exercise,” I said. “Not to mention the pneumonia.” “It’s like sixty-five degrees out,” I said. “You’re literally shivering.” “Maybe I’m trembling with the anticipation of an exhilarating walk home.”

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283. “Libby!” I shriek, realization dawning. “Why the hell are you on a dating app?” “I’m not,” she says. “You are.” “I am definitely not,” I say. “I made an account for you,” she says. “It’s a new app. Very marriage minded. I mean, it’s called Marriage of Minds.” “MOM?” I say. “The acronym for the app is MOM? Sometimes I worry about the severe lack of warning bells in your brain, Libby.”

— Emily Henry

284. “What was?” “Offending you. One syllable. ‘Ah.’ Pretty impressive.” “Offended? This isn’t my offended face. I look like this because I’m tired. My weird-ass neighbor was blasting his crying soundtrack all night.”

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285. “It’s that happy-sad feeling, that intense homesick ache. It makes me think of my semester abroad. Not the old cobbled streets or tiny pubs overstuffed with drunk university students, but Sabrina and Cleo FaceTiming me at midnight to sing me “Happy Birthday.” The feeling of being so grateful to have something worth missing.”

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286. “This, I think, is what it is to dream, and I finally understand why Mom could never give it up, why my authors can’t give it up, and I’m happy for them, because this wanting, it feels good, like a bruise you need to press on, a reminder that there are things in life so valuable that you must risk the pain of losing them for the joy of briefly having them.”

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287. “He was a realist who was a little too afraid of hope to see things clearly when it came to his own life.”

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288. “I can be one of the guys, as long as the guys in question have a favorite song from Les Mis. Otherwise I’m hopeless.”

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289. “You’re so bad at lying. It looks like your face muscles are being controlled by a half dozen amateur puppeteers.”

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290. “Thank you, I mouth. His chin dips as he smiles. Anything for you, he mouths. In my chest, something heavy turns over.”

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291. “I’m a very tall five four, actually,” I said. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head at me. “You’re as small as you are ridiculous.”

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292. “I read once that not everyone thinks in words. I was shocked, imagining these other people who don’t use language to make sense of everyone and everything, who don’t automatically organize the world into chapters, pages, sentences.”

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

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294. “Yes, New York is exhausting. Yes, there are millions of people all swimming upstream, but you’re also in it together.”

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295. “I wanted to scream but all I could do was cry. I’d burned through all my anger, and fear was all that was left. Maybe that was what had been there all along, masked in thornier emotions.”

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296. “If we drank green smoothies like we drink alcohol, we would live forever.”

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297. “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.”

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298. “Gus’s eyes dipped to my mouth, then rose to my eyes. “I thought – think it’s brave to believe in love. I mean, the lasting kind. To try for that, even knowing it can hurt you.”

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299. “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.”

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300. “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.”

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