Top 500 Emily Henry Quotes (2025 Update)
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401. “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.”

— Emily Henry

402. “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

403. “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

404. “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

405. “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

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

— Emily Henry

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

— Emily Henry

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

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409. “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

410. “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

411. “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

412. “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

413. “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

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

— Emily Henry

415. “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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416. “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

417. “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

418. “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

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

— Emily Henry

420. “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

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

— Emily Henry

422. “I fought a smile, stifled a flutter in my stomach. A smile and a flutter weren’t enough for me. I was done with secrets and lies, no matter how pretty.”

— Emily Henry

423. “Oh, no, it wasn’t a medical procedure,” I say. “It was an Etsy spell.”

— Emily Henry

424. “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

425. “Happy for now.” I tasted the words, rolled them over the back of my tongue like wine. The only promise you ever had in life was the one moment you were living. And I was. Happy for now.”

— Emily Henry

426. “I’d had the conversation I’d been dreading all summer. I’d gone into the rooms I’d kept closed. I’d fallen in love and felt my heart break, and I’d heard than I wanted to hear, and I was on my feet. The beautiful lies were all gone. Destroyed. And I was still upright.”

— Emily Henry

427. “When I look back up at him, he’s beaming at me, and I think, I love you more now than I ever have.”

— Emily Henry

428. “Happy endings don’t matter if the getting there sucks.”

— Emily Henry

429. “Everyone wants a golden retriever,” he says in a low voice. As ridiculous a statement as it is, he looks serious, concerned.”

— Emily Henry

430. “I always figured that when I grew up, I’d leave my hometown and discover other people like me somewhere else.”

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431. “His mother had stayed with his father, no matter the cost, and part of that had been her son learning to hate his own name.”

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432. “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

433. “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.”

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434. “It doesn’t mean I don’t want you, January – I’ve always wanted you. It just means I also want you to be happy, and I’m scared I could never be the person who could give you that.”

— Emily Henry

435. “I mean that you have the weirdest laugh of anyone I’ve ever met, Harriet,” he says softly. “And it feels like taking a shot of tequila every time I hear it. Like I could get drunk on the sound of you. Or hungover when I go too long without you.”

— Emily Henry

436. “Tomorrow we will love each other a little more, and the next day, and the next day. And even on those days when one or both of us is having a hard time, we’ll be here, where we are completely known, completely accepted, by the person whose every side we love wholeheartedly. I’m here with all the versions of him I’ve met over twelve years of vacations, and even if the point of life isn’t just being happy, right now, I am. Down to the bones.”

— Emily Henry

437. “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

438. “Maybe love shouldn’t be built on a foundation of compromises, but maybe it can’t exist without them either.”

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439. “I hoped that what he was understanding right then was that I saw him. That he didn’t have to do anything special, figure out a mysterious code to unlock the secret parts of him. That he just had to keep being here with me, letting me discover him bit by bit like he’d been doing with me since we met.”

— Emily Henry

440. “Why is my mother texting me about how hot you are?”

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441. “January.” He sighed. “Augustus.” “It’s been four minutes. No Uber’s coming. Would you please get in the car?” “I’ll walk.” “Why?” “Because I need the exercise,” I said. “Not to mention the pneumonia.” “It’s like sixty-five degrees out,” I said. “You’re literally shivering.” “Maybe I’m trembling with the anticipation of an exhilarating walk home.”

— Emily Henry

442. “How are you more successful at dating than me,” he says, awed by the mystery of it all. “Easy,” I say. “I have lower standards. And no Flannery O’Connor to get in the way. And when I go out to bars, I don’t spend the whole time scowling at Yelp reviews and forcefully projecting DON’T TALK TO ME. Also, I am, arguably, gorgeous from certain angles.”

— Emily Henry

443. “She’s frustrated with how much I work, and that’s creating distance. The distance has her keeping secrets. The secrets have me frustrated with her. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy, keeping us locked in an invisible, unspoken argument, wherein we both pretend nothing’s wrong.”

— Emily Henry

444. “Compromises that say, there will be a you-shaped space in my heart, and if your shape changes, I will adapt.”

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445. “What was?” “Offending you. One syllable. ‘Ah.’ Pretty impressive.” “Offended? This isn’t my offended face. I look like this because I’m tired. My weird-ass neighbor was blasting his crying soundtrack all night.”

— Emily Henry

446. “I’ve never really known how to look at art without someone else there to be my guidepost.”

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447. “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.”

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448. “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

449. “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.”

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450. “I already told you, Nora,” he murmurs, his fingers splaying on my stomach, just beneath my shirt. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”

— Emily Henry