Top 500 Emily Henry Quotes (2025 Update)
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351. “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

352. “Every time his expression changed, I used to think the new one was my favourite. Until it changed again and I had to accept that whichever Wyn was directly in front of me, that was the one I loved most.”

— Emily Henry

353. “Overthinking is the thing I’m best at, though.”

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

355. “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

356. “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

357. “People like me aren’t broken beyond repair. No ice ever freezes too thick to thaw and no thorns ever grow too dense to be cut away.”

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

359. “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

360. “I met you,” she says, “and I finally belonged somewhere again.”

— Emily Henry

361. “Because I know you, he says tenderly, “and I remember what you sound like when you like something.”

— Emily Henry

362. “Gus still thought he was missing something, some special piece other people had, the thing that made people stay...”

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363. “It sounds so pathetic. I’m twenty-six years old with a full-time job and health insurance, and an apartment and student loan bills, and I live alone in New York City, but there are just some things you don’t want to have to do on your own.”

— Emily Henry

364. “I’m tired of trying to be smart at the expense of my own happiness. I want this to be forever, and I don’t want to pretend that’s not what I want.”

— Emily Henry

365. “If I can’t love you at Times Square then I don’t deserve you at a used bookstore.”

— Emily Henry

366. “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

367. “I wanted to be special, Harriet,” he says. “And since I wasn’t, I settled for trying to make everyone love me. I know how ridiculous that sounds, but it’s true. I spent my whole life chasing things and people who could make me feel like I mattered.”

— Emily Henry

368. “You never get the paper umbrellas you were promised in this world.”

— Emily Henry

369. “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

370. “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.”

— Emily Henry

371. “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

372. “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

373. “Maybe he thought someone had to bear witness to the dark, or maybe he hoped that if he stared into the pitch-black long enough, his eyes would adjust and he’d see answers hiding in it.”

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374. “Stephens, if you’re the villain in someone else’s love story, then I’m the devil.”

— Emily Henry

375. “I spent all last summer thinking I’d never be happy again, and now, a year later, I still feel sick and worried and angry, but at moments, I’m also happy.”

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

378. “The world’s always going to need surgeons, but it’s going to need bowls too. Forget what you think anyone else wants. What do you want?”

— Emily Henry

379. “You try to be fair, to see things from other people’s points of view, and sometimes that makes it hard for you to see them from your own, but you have one.”

— Emily Henry

380. “You load the dishwasher wrong,” I say. He breaks into a smile. “Wrong?” “Fine, not wrong,” I say. “But in a way that I hate.”

— Emily Henry

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

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382. “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.”

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383. “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

384. “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

385. “In college, I’d thought he was lazy about everything except writing. Now I wondered if he was simply tired, if life had beaten him into a permanent slouch, folded him over himself so no one could get at that soft center.”

— Emily Henry

386. “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

387. “That these are the glory days,” Cleo says. “That we’re as close as we used to be, when the truth is, it’s different. We’re different.”

— Emily Henry

388. “I had to admit there was something singularly hilarious about line dancing angrily.”

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389. “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

390. “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

391. “The lake froze so far out that we could even walk on it past the lighthouse where my father had once ridden his tricycle into. And what was more, the water froze so high and the snow piled on top of it such that we could walk right up to the top of the lighthouse, stand on it like it was part of some lost civilization underneath us, Gus’s arm hooked around my neck as he hummed, It’s June in January, because I’m in love.”

— Emily Henry

392. “I used to write these notes in a kind of panic, like every experience I hoped to someday have was a living thing growing in my body, stretching branches out to push on my insides, demanding to break out of me.”

— Emily Henry

393. “Time to panic?” he asks. “Not yet,” I say. “Try to sleep.” “Because I need to be well rested when I meet Death.”

— Emily Henry

394. “You have the red splotches, Nora,” he teases, drawing his lips over my throat. “Are you mad at me?”

— Emily Henry

395. “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.”

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396. “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

397. “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

398. “We are young, Harry. We’ll always be young. It’s a state of mind.”

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399. “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

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

— Emily Henry