Happy Place

by Emily Henry

“Just because you don’t see me grabbing a mop every time you walk into a room doesn’t mean I don’t notice you’re there.”

Death by Design

The feeling of being so grateful to have something worth missing.

My parents aren’t people of words, but they sacrificed so much. That’s love, and I hate that I want more from them.

does it even matter that we belong to each other when we can’t be with each other?

If I’m good enough, I’ll be happy.

“Everyone fights with the people they love, Harriet,” he says. “What matters is how you do it.”

“those words don’t belong to me anymore.”

Want is a kind of thief. It’s a door in your heart, and once you know it’s there, you’ll spend your life longing for whatever’s behind it.

I understood, then, the immense honor it is to hurt like she does.