Top 500 Emily Henry Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “I always figured that when I grew up, I’d leave my hometown and discover other people like me somewhere else.”

— Emily Henry

352. “We really are two opposing magnets, incapable of being in the same room without drawing together. I want to scrape my fingers through his hair and kiss him until he forgets where we are, and everything and everyone that ever made him feel like he was a disappointment.”

— Emily Henry

353. “If I could speak, I’d tell him this is the best kiss I’ve had in my entire life. That I didn’t know just kissing could feel this good.”

— Emily Henry

354. “Who else do you think about being?” my dad said with his particular blunt fascination. The fear lessened, but the feeling never went away. Every once in a while, I’d roll it back out, poke at it. Wonder how I could ever stop feeling lonely when no one could ever know me all the way. When I could never peer into someone else’s brain and see it all.”

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

356. “And to answer your question about the best-case scenario for a love story, yes. If I were hit by a meteor while in the car with you, I would still think I went out on a high note.”

— Emily Henry

357. “Nine pages, about a boy who was born with a pair of wings. All his life, people tell him that this means he should try to fly. He’s afraid to. When he finally does, jumps off a two-story roof, he falls. He breaks his legs and wings. He never gets them reset. As he recovers, the bone heals in its misshapen form. Finally, people stop telling him that he must’ve been born to fly. Finally, he’s happy.”

— Emily Henry

358. “I wondered if he was simply tired, if life had beaten him into permanent slouch, folded him over himself so no one could get at that soft center-.”

— Emily Henry

359. “As long as I have him, I will never be alone again.”

— Emily Henry

360. “Well, for what it’s worth, before tonight, I assumed you went into a broom closet and entered power saving mode whenever you weren’t at work, so I guess we’re both surprised.”

— Emily Henry

361. “That cheese board has basically formed a cork in my butthole and everything’s just piling up behind it.”

— Emily Henry

362. “Her fatigue has made her look insubstantial, faded, like if I tried to brush her hair away from her brow, my fingers might pass through her. I didn’t know it was possible to miss a person this much while she was sitting right next to you, so badly everything in you aches.”

— Emily Henry

363. “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.”

— Emily Henry

364. “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.”

— Emily Henry

365. “It’s okay,′ he whispers, rocking me back and forth. ‘You’re not alone,’ he promises, and beneath it I hear the unsaid rest: I’m here.”

— Emily Henry

366. “I’d made my parents laugh. I’d made them proud. I’d brought home solid grades, fought tooth and nail to keep up with Gus Everett. I’d stayed up late reading with Dad and gotten up early to pretend I liked yoga with Mom. I’d told them about my life, asked them endlessly about theirs so I’d never regret wasting time with them. And I hid the complicated feelings that came with trying to memorize someone you loved, just in case.”

— Emily Henry

367. “And not the universal kind of handsome that almost dulls itself with objectivity.”

— Emily Henry

368. “Sometimes – sometimes good, or at least decent, people do bad things. And sometimes they actually believe they’re doing what’s right.”

— Emily Henry

369. “He made the world open up around me, like there were colors I’d never seen, new levels of happiness I couldn’t have imagined.”

— Emily Henry

370. “It was just a story I’d been telling myself. From now on, it was the ugly truth or nothing.”

— Emily Henry

371. “Instead of trying to convince myself that someday everything would be okay, I focused on the fact that, right now, it already was.”

— Emily Henry

372. “I don’t know how fights are supposed to end when you love the person you’re fighting with.”

— Emily Henry

373. “A good bookstore,” Charlie says, “is like an airport where you don’t have to take your shoes off.”

— Emily Henry

374. “I read once that sunflowers always orient themselves to face the sun. That’s what being near Charlie Lastra is like for me. There could be a raging wildfire racing toward me from the west and I’d still be straining eastward toward his warmth.”

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

376. “As he watches me, he murmurs, “I’ve just always wanted to see a shark attack up close. So much blood.”

— Emily Henry

377. “Working towards your goals can be very lonely, and professional burnout is always a challenge.”

— Emily Henry

378. “It’s never taken effort – that’s what made me fall in love with reading: the instant floating sensation, the dissolution of real-world problems, every worry suddenly safely on the other side of some metaphysical surface. Today is different.”

— Emily Henry

379. “I’ve often thought the world saves its very best weather for days when you feel like everything has gone wrong.”

— Emily Henry

380. “Somehow, my voice comes steady and light, and not like someone reached into my rib cage and held my heart inside his hand just long enough to run a thumb across a secret wound.”

— Emily Henry

381. “The first time Sal and I visited him in New York, it all made perfect sense. It was like he’d been living half volume until that moment. That’s not what a parent wants for their kid.”

— Emily Henry

382. “And other times, we’d sit in silence, not quite together but definitely not alone.”

— Emily Henry

383. “We swept past a kitchen whose granite countertops were crowded with liquor bottles and stepped into the living room at the back of the house. “Normally, we use the garden, but normally God isn’t bowling a perfect game overhead, so inside will have to do tonight. We’re just waiting on one more.”

— Emily Henry

384. “But more often than any of those places, when I need to feel safe and happy, I go home.”

— Emily Henry

385. “I thought missing my Dad would be the hardest thing I’d ever do; but the worst thing, the hardest thing, had turned out to be angry with someone you couldn’t fight it out with.”

— Emily Henry

386. “The ones that speak to me are those whose final pages admit there is no going back. That every good thing must end. That every bad thing does too, that everything does.”

— Emily Henry

387. “Halfway through the tour, we skip out and go to Cafe Lalo instead, determined to sit just where Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks did in You’ve Got Mail.”

— Emily Henry

388. “I love you,” he said, and kissed my head. “And if you want, we can die alone together.”

— Emily Henry

389. “I spent my whole life thinking anyone outside my family who got too close, saw too much, wouldn’t want me anymore.”

— Emily Henry

390. “It’s June in January, because I’m in love.”

— Emily Henry

391. “Like he can’t fathom that all my love for him didn’t just vanish, the way his did for me. That it had to go somewhere, and funneling it into anger is how I’ve managed to make it through these last two days.”

— Emily Henry

392. “It was crazy that I remembered that night in college so vividly that I knew he’d touched me just like this. That first touch when we met on the dance floor, featherlight and melting-point hot, careful, intentional.”

— Emily Henry

393. “He’s fully reading a book at the bar.”

— Emily Henry

394. “A cottage on the rocky shoreline, with knotty pine floorboards and windows that are nearly always open. The smell of evergreens and brine wafting in on the breeze, and white linen drapes lifting in a lazy dance. The burble of a coffee maker, and that first deep pull of cold ocean air as we step out onto the flagstone patio, steaming mugs in hand.”

— Emily Henry

395. “Years later, when it’s late and I can’t sleep for the phantom ache in my chest, I pull this memory out and turn it over. I think, We did the right thing. We let each other go. That too is a kind of comfort.”

— Emily Henry

396. “I want any universe but that one. All the rest, where it’s him and me, scattered across time and space, finding our way to each other again and again, the one constant, the only essential.”

— Emily Henry

397. “But it was all of Gus’s minor imperfections – his scars and ridges, crooked lines and sharp edges – and how they added up that had always made it hard for me to stop looking at him, and made me want to see more.”

— Emily Henry

398. “Something about that made my insides feel like a ribbon being drawn across scissors until it curled.”

— Emily Henry

399. “Look! I’m fine! Look! I have every beautiful thing you wanted for me! Look! It hasn’t affected me at all!”

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry