198 Quotes by Emily Henry

Speaking of fire, sometimes his eyes seemed to be reflecting it, even though there wasn't any. The car was nearly pitch-black, for God's sake. His eyes shouldn't be allowed, physically or morally, to glint like that. His pupils were disrespectful to the laws of nature. My skin started burning under them.

When I watch you sleep," he said shakily, "I feel overwhelmed that you exist.

I wanted to scream but all I could do was cry. I'd burned through all my anger, and fear was all that was left. Maybe that was what had been there all along, masked in thornier emotions.

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.

You're a beautiful and wonderful and sensual and strong golden fawn, she says, followed by That was supposed to say "my best friend," but my phone...

Beau, what is it you want?""A porch," he says softly. He says it like it's my name, and right then, I think, what both of us want more than anything is something we can never have. "All I really want is to build a house with a nice, big porch that gets used every day.

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.This is why bad things happen, the dark would say. This is how it all makes sense.

How are you supposed to believe right’s right and wrong’s wrong if everyone around you says the opposite?

My inheritance is grief and sunlight and the ability to choose which to hold on to.