198 Quotes by Emily Henry

Somehow, I survived, tender human heart intact.

The greatest disappointment of this evening by far,” I said, “is that they didn’t actually include the paper umbrellas.”“See,” Gus said. “It’s shit like this that makes it impossible for me to believe in happy endings. You never get the paper umbrellas you were promised in this world.”“Gus,” I said. “You must be the paper umbrellas you wish to see in this world.

His knee bumped mine. I bumped his back.

There were thousands of times I’d thought, He is the perfect boyfriend. But once my dad was gone, and I was furious with him but also couldn’t stop missing him, I realized I’d never thought, "Jacques is so perfectly my favorite person.

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

His dark eyes homed in on mine. As I looked up at him, his gaze was doing the sexy, evil thing, but now it seemed less sexy-evil and more … just Gus.

Happy. Not giddy or overjoyed, but that low, steady level of happiness that, in the best periods of life, rides underneath everything else, a buffer between you and the world you are walking over.

When you’ve been lost as I have,” he once said, “you get good at finding your way home.

Grandmother taugh me that eventually – whether with a thousand tiny fissures or one swift split – love will break your heart. My heart is breaking.