Book Lovers

by Emily Henry

That’s the thing about women. There’s no good way to be one. Wear your emotions on your sleeve and you’re hysterical. Keep them tucked away where your boyfriend doesn’t have to tend to them and you’re a heartless bitch.

No matter how hectic life and work sometimes get, it’s always felt like there were some internal metronomes keeping us in sync.

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.

youthful skin would make a woman more money (true in both acting and waitressing), good underwear would make her more confident (so far, so true), and good books would make her happy (universal truth),

Anything broken can be fixed. Any problem can be solved.

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.

Is there anything better than iced coffee and a bookstore on a sunny day? I mean, aside from hot coffee and a bookstore on a rainy day.

I wonder how many times we’ve passed each other in our city of millions.

So if you’re the ‘wrong kind of woman,’ then I’m the wrong kind of man.”

We really are two opposing magnets, incapable of being in the same room without drawing together.

You are someone who looks for a reason for everything.

You’re losing her, and then what was it all for?

Yes, I think, to me, you are the easiest person in the world.

“I’ll go anywhere with you.”

Yes, you have lost something, but maybe, someday, you’ll find something too.

No ice ever freezes too thick to thaw and no thorns ever grow too dense to be cut away.

but because he’s right: we belong. In a way I don’t understand, he’s mine, and I’m his.