Top 500 Emily Henry Quotes (2024 Update)
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401. “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

402. “Everyone here looks like they came straight from climbing Everest or doing drugs in a Coachella yurt.”

— Emily Henry

403. “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

404. “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

405. “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

406. “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

407. “Dads, as a concept, have always felt as irrelevant to my daily life as astronauts. I know they’re out there, but I rarely think about them. Suddenly, though, I can almost imagine it. I can almost miss it, this thing I never had.”

— Emily Henry

408. “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

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

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

412. “It was just a story, and when one gaping plot hole appeared, the whole thing unraveled. That’s how stories work.”

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

414. “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

415. “Because nothing – not the beautiful and not the terrible – lasts.”

— Emily Henry

416. “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

417. “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

418. “There are easier places to live, but New York’s a city filled with hungry people, their shared want a thrumming energy.”

— Emily Henry

419. “Mom and Libby liked the love stories where everything turned out perfectly, wrapped in a bow, and I’ve always wondered why I gravitate toward something else. 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. The ones that speak to me are those whose final pages admit there is no going back. That every good thing must end.”

— Emily Henry

420. “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

421. “I was with him the night my mom died.”

— Emily Henry

422. “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

423. “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

424. “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

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

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

427. “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

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

— Emily Henry

429. “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

430. “You know, I think my favorite parts of life are the things I didn’t know I wanted.”

— Emily Henry

431. “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

432. “I hadn’t had a sleepover like that since I was probably eight: the sort where you keep talking, eyes long since shut, until you both drift off midsentence.”

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433. “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

434. “This is how grief works. It watches; it waits; it hollows you out, again and again.”

— Emily Henry

435. “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

436. “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

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

— Emily Henry

438. “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

439. “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

440. “On that first drive back to Linfield, you asked me all these questions about what I liked and what I hated, and I don’t know. It just felt like you really wanted to know.” “Of course I did,” I say. He nods. “I know. You asked me who I was, and – it was like the answer came out of nowhere. Sometimes it feels like I didn’t even exist before that. Like you invented me.”

— Emily Henry

441. “Maybe that’s why he can handle the public affection. Maybe, like me, when we’re together he feels like no one else is there, like they’re phantoms we dreamed up as set dressing.”

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442. “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

443. “He whispers, “You’re not that tall.” I whisper back, “I’m as tall as you.” “I’m not that tall,” he says. What my body hears is, Let’s make out.”

— Emily Henry

444. “I did what any reasonable adult woman would do when confronted with her college rival turned next-door neighbor. I dove behind the nearest bookshelf.”

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

— Emily Henry

446. “I didn’t even remember to miss her until I got home. That’s how it always is when I’m with you. No one else matters.”

— Emily Henry

447. “Every moment of every day, I was tripping backward while the rest of the world marched forward.”

— Emily Henry

448. “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

449. “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

450. “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