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“Sometimes all you can really do is keep moving and hope you end up somewhere that makes sense.”
― Allie Brosh, Solutions and Other Problems

“I wasn't aware that words could hold so much. I didn't know a sentence could be so full.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“Autumn leaves don't fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“If anyone would understand loneliness, the moon would.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“My best friends taught me a new kind of quiet, the peaceful stillness of knowing one another so well you don’t need to fill the space. And a new kind of loud: noise as a celebration, as the overflow of joy at being alive, here, now.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“What can you feel? Sunlight, everywhere. Not just on my bare shoulders or the crown of my head but inside me too, the irresistible warmth that comes only from being in the exact right place with the exact right people.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“We fall into that hyper-comfortable kind of silence, the quiet of two people who lived together for the better part of five years and still, after all this time, have a muscle memory for how to share space.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“Being the object of his full focus makes me feel like a deer in headlights. Or maybe like I’m a deer being stalked by a coyote. If he were an animal, that’s what he’d be, with those strange flashing eyes and that physical ease. The kind of confidence reserved for those who skipped their awkward phases entirely.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“I was more scared of marrying someone who couldn’t bring himself to leave me or to keep loving me. It was why I hadn’t let myself cry when Wyn dumped me, or ask for answers or a second chance. I knew the only thing more painful than being without him would be being together knowing I no longer truly had him.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“I feel him stretched out under the sun on my left, a second star, a thing with its own gravity, light, warmth.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“He’s become my best friend the way the others did: bit by bit, sand passing through an hourglass so slowly, it’s impossible to pin down the moment it happens. When suddenly more of my heart belongs to him than doesn’t, and I know I’ll never get a single grain back.
He’s a golden boy. I’m a girl whose life has been drawn in shades of gray.
I try not to love him.
I really try.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“When the defense of his charm gets peeled back, he’s always so expressive. It’s partly what made me pour out so many secrets to him all those years ago, the feeling that he absorbed some piece of whatever I gave him, felt what I felt. Unfortunately, the reverse was also true.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“Cleo’s always been able to see through me. When we lived together, I used to watch her paint for hours and think, How does she always see things so clearly? She knew what colors to start with and where, and none of it made sense to me until, suddenly, it all looked exactly right.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“The server comes up to take our order, bringing with her a wave of maple syrup, coffee, and pine—Bernie’s signature scent. If I could walk around smelling like this restaurant for all time, I would.
I would also have to start wearing a fanny pack stuffed with blueberry pancakes, though, and that could make things awkward at the hospital. People get all up in arms if their surgeon has a partially zipped knapsack of food strung around their waist.”
― Emily Henry

“Thinking about Gloria and Hank always gives me a homesick ache, or something like it. I used to feel that pang a lot as a kid, which never made sense, because I mostly felt it at home.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“I feel like I’m finally there, that place I’ve always wanted to be, the other side of the lit kitchen windows I could see from my childhood street, where rooms are filled with love and noise and squabbling.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“We light the sparklers Parth found in the garage, and we write our names in the dark, impermanent but all the brighter and more blazing for it.
This is how I used to think of love. As something so delicate it couldn’t be caught without being snuffed out. Now I know better. I know the flame may gutter and flare with the wind, but it will always be there.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“There doesn’t need to be a winner and a loser. You just have to care how the other person feels. You have to care more about them than you do about being right.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“Our new Save the Date stuck prominently to Gloria’s fridge.
I memorize all the floorboards that creak or groan, so I can tiptoe downstairs in the morning without waking anyone, take the Jeep into town for a sugary latte for me and black coffee for them, orange cinnamon morning buns for all of us. Or at least Wyn will have a bite, and I’ll polish off the rest.
I walk for a while, enjoy the bittersweet scent of whitebark and pine and quaking aspen.
There’s an entire shop here for sauces, syrups, and oils. Last week, after sampling easily two dozen, Wyn and I bought a smoky maple syrup aged in charred bourbon barrels. For Gloria’s birthday, we made pancakes, and when she tasted the syrup, she said, “Tastes like camping.”
Then she got choked up, because camping was something she and Hank used to do. “When we were first dating and had no money,” she explained. Then, after a teary laugh, she added, “And once we’d been married for decades and still had no money.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“The thought breaks my heart a little for my parents. For my dad, who worked nearly every Monday through nearly every Friday at a job he didn’t like enough to ever talk about, and I understand that something was stolen from him and he accepted it. Because we needed him to, or because he believed we did. And for my mom, who left behind one home to follow him and never quite found another.
I duck into the shop and buy four bottles of campfire maple syrup.
One for Parth and Sabrina, one for Cleo and Kimmy, and one for each of my parents. I want them both to have every drop.
I want them to have everything they’ve ever wanted.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“I understood then, the immense honor it is to hurt like she does. To have loved someone so much that the taste of maple syrup can make you cry and laugh at the same time.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“He's become my best friend the way the others did. Bit by bit, sand passing through an hour glass so slowly, it's impossible to pin down the moment it happens. When suddenly, more of my heart belongs to him than doesn't, and I know I'll never get a single grain back.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“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.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“Perhaps it is always restful to be around someone who does not expect anything from you beyond what is in your nature.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“One doesn’t need magic if one knows enough stories.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Get inside! You're bleeding!"
"I will not bleed any less indoors, you utter madwoman.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“The Folk were of another world, with its own rules and customs—and to a child who always felt ill-suited to her own world, the lure was irresistible.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“It was such stark country—every detail, from the jumble of brightly painted cottages to the vivid greenery of the coast to the glaciers lurking on the peaks, was so sharp and solitary, like embroidered threads, that I suspect I could have counted the ravens in their mountain burrows.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Below us was a frozen lake. It was perfectly round, a great gleaming eye in which the moon and stars were mirrored. Lanterns glowing the same cold white as the aurora dangled from lampposts made of ice, which framed paths from the lake’s edge to a scattering of benches and merchant-stands, draped in bright awnings of opal and blue. Delicious smells floated on the wind—smoked fish; fire-roasted nuts and candies; spiced cakes. A winter fair.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Of course I wanted to marry Wendell. That was the most infuriating thing about the whole business—my feelings conspired against my reason.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries