Top 500 Emily Henry Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “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

352. “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

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

— Emily Henry

354. “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

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

— Emily Henry

356. “Mom’s calls became rare, and even when they did happen, they hit like a tornado. She’d cyclone through every detail of her week, then ask how I was doing, and if I hesitated too long she’d panic and excuse herself for some exercise class she’d forgotten about.”

— Emily Henry

357. “Mom’s first diagnosis taught me that love was an escape rope. But it was her second diagnosis that taught me love could be a life vest when you were drowning.”

— Emily Henry

358. “There are full series I love whose last chapter I’ve never read. I hate the feeling of something ending.”

— Emily Henry

359. “I feel like I’m sugar under a blowtorch, like he’s caramelizing my blood.”

— Emily Henry

360. “And I knew how to read it because it was a smile I’d been practicing for a year: Can you believe I was so stupid? Don’t worry. I know better now.”

— Emily Henry

361. “What about traveling?” I ask in the lull between songs. “What about it?” he says. “Love or hate?” His mouth presses into an even line as he considers. “Hard to say,” he replies. “I’ve never really been anywhere. Read about a lot of places, just haven’t seen any of them yet.” “Me neither,” I say. “Not yet.” He thinks for another moment. “Love,” he says. “I’m guessing love.” “Yeah.” I nod. “Me too.”

— Emily Henry

362. “If anyone can negotiate a happy ending, it’s Nora Stephens.”

— Emily Henry

363. “I want you to know that bigger than my mistakes, bigger than anything good or bad I’ve ever done, and most completely unwavering has been my love for you.”

— Emily Henry

364. “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

365. “Be my shark, Stephens.”

— Emily Henry

366. “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

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

— Emily Henry

368. “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

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

— Emily Henry

370. “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

371. “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

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

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

375. “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

376. “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

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

— Emily Henry

378. “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

379. “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

380. “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

381. “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

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

— Emily Henry

383. “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

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

— Emily Henry

385. “I think, even if things don’t stay like this, I will always carry this moment in me.”

— Emily Henry

386. “Sometimes we lose the ability to create simply because we’re tired. We need to rest and recover. But other times, we can’t move forward because there are hard questions we have to ask first. Hurdles in our path we first have to jump or walls that need breaking down – interrogations demanding to be made.”

— Emily Henry

387. “I would have placed it sooner, but it smells different on him, the way Mom’s signature lemon-lavender scent hits differently on Libby, a note of vanilla drawn out that was never there before.”

— Emily Henry

388. “Gus touched the side of my face. “I don’t need snowflakes.” He kissed me. “As long as I have January.”

— Emily Henry

389. “A faint smile flickered across his lips, then fell as he thought. ′ I don’t think I’ve ever loved the world like you do. I remember being afraid of it. And then angry with it. And then just – deciding not to feel too strongly about it.”

— Emily Henry

390. “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. There’s no Linfield to escape or long, boring classes to dread going back to. I’m anchored only in this moment.”

— Emily Henry

391. “This is why crushes are terrible. You go from feeling like life is a flat path one needs only to cruise over to spending every second on an incline, or caught in a weightless, stomach-in-your-throat drop.”

— Emily Henry

392. “Gus still thought he was missing something, some special piece other people had, the thing that made people stay, and it broke my heart a little. It broke my heart that when we were younger, he’d thought I’d never even look at him.”

— Emily Henry

393. “Time collapses, and instead of the version of you you’ve built from scratch, you’re all the hackneyed drafts that came before, all at once.”

— Emily Henry

394. “Charlie looks away first. He rubs the side of his jaw. “You’re right. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to accept this can’t be anything.”

— Emily Henry

395. “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.”

— Emily Henry

396. “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

397. “That is how life feels too often. Like you’re doing everything you can to survive only to be sabotaged by something beyond your control, maybe even some darker part of yourself.”

— Emily Henry

398. “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

399. “Until you got here,” he rasps, “ all this place had ever been was a reminder of all the ways I was a disappointment, and now you’re here and – I don’t know. I feel like I’m okay. So if you’re the ‘wrong kind of woman,’ then I’m the wrong kind of man.”

— Emily Henry

400. “This is a feed of curated imagery meant to make you pine for a life that does not exist. I get paid for this.”

— Emily Henry