Top 500 Emily Henry Quotes (2026 Update)
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401. “I think, even if things don’t stay like this, I will always carry this moment in me.”

— Emily Henry

402. “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

403. “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

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

— Emily Henry

405. “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

406. “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

407. “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

408. “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

409. “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

410. “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

411. “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

412. “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

413. “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

414. “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

415. “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

416. “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

417. “Sometimes I think that’s why we’re so drawn to each other. Because he’s used to being the steadfast big brother and I’m used to being the annoying little sister. It’s a dynamic we understand: I lovingly tease him; he makes the entire world feel safer for me.”

— Emily Henry

418. “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

419. “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

420. “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

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

— Emily Henry

422. “The sky had darkened to a brutal blue. Seeing that color on someone’s skin would make your stomach turn. It was gorgeous in this context. Strange how things could be repellent in some situations and incredible in others.”

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

424. “Chain restaurants are the Murder She Wrote reruns of the food industry.”

— Emily Henry

425. “Maybe this is why people take trips, for that feeling of your real life liquefying around you, like nothing you do will tug on any other strand of your carefully built world. It’s a feeling not unlike reading a really good book: all-consuming, worry-obliterating.”

— Emily Henry

426. “Then again, sometimes when you guess about people, you end up very wrong.”

— Emily Henry

427. “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

428. “If I went to a shelter to pick up a foster dog, there’s no guarantee I woudn’t come home having adopted six of them and a wild coyote.”

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

430. “Again I feel that heart-pinch sensation, like I’m missing her, like all our best moments are behind us.”

— Emily Henry

431. “I knew the only thing more painful than being without him would be being together knowing I no longer truly had him.”

— Emily Henry

432. “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

433. “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

434. “When did writing get so hard? I wrote back. Hard, he wrote. He wasn’t always the instigator. On Wednesday, after resisting as long as I possibly could, I wrote, Wish you were here and drew an arrow down toward myself.”

— Emily Henry

435. “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.”

— Emily Henry

436. “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

437. “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.”

— Emily Henry

438. “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

439. “He leans in again, his hand catching my chin, his thumb landing squarely on the divot at the corner of my lips. My breath catches. His voice is low and raspy: “Liar.”

— Emily Henry

440. “For a few moments, we just smile at each other. It’s the least awkward extended eye contact of my life. It feels like we’ve both signed on for the same activity, and this is it: existing, at each other.”

— Emily Henry

441. “More than once, I thought miserably. Something real, even if a little misshapen.”

— Emily Henry

442. “It was just another good day. A perfect day. A Happy for Now so vast and deep that I knew – or rather believed – I didn’t have to worry about tomorrow.”

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

445. “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

446. “It’s by this married couple who usually publish separately. One of them writes literary doorstop novels and the other writes romance.”

— Emily Henry

447. “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

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

— Emily Henry

449. “He was right about one thing, though. He can’t tell me what I want.”

— Emily Henry

450. “And that’s how it is in real life too. You can love someone and still know the future you’d have with them wouldn’t work for you, or for them, or maybe even for both of you.”

— Emily Henry