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Emily Henry

  • Yelena Jetpyspayevahas quoted2 years ago
    NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST
  • Milicahas quoted7 months ago
    ON VACATION, YOU can be anyone you want.

    Like a good book or an incredible outfit, being on vacation transports you into another version of yourself.

    In your day-to-day life, maybe you can’t even bob your head to the radio without being embarrassed, but on the right twinkly-light-strung patio, with the right steel drum band, you’ll find yourself whirling and twirling with the best of them
  • verogr16has quotedlast year
    “But that’s the point. Your job doesn’t have to be your identity. It can just be a place you go, that doesn’t define you or make you miserable. You deserve to be happy, Harriet.”
  • verogr16has quotedlast year
    Like even when something beautiful breaks, the making of it still matters.
  • verogr16has quotedlast year
    They belonged to you before I ever saw you. They belong to you in every universe we’re in, Harriet.”
  • Strayedstarzzhas quoted5 months ago
    The world is your oyster.”
  • Yelena Jetpyspayevahas quoted2 years ago
    Anything could happen to Mom, or me, or even you, at any point. But right now, nothing is. Do something for yourself for once, kiddo.”
  • Yelena Jetpyspayevahas quoted2 years ago
    Mom’s first diagnosis taught me that love was an escape rope, but it was her second diagnosis that taught me love could be a life vest when you were drowning.
  • Yelena Jetpyspayevahas quoted2 years ago
    “You don’t know the difference between pity and sympathy,” I said. “I’m not pitying you. It makes me sad to think of you being treated like that. It makes me mad to think you didn’t have the things all kids deserve. And yeah, it makes me mad and sad that a lot of people go through the things you went through, but it’s even more upsetting because it’s you. And I know you and I like you and I want you to have a good life. That’s not pity. That’s caring about someone.”
  • Yelena Jetpyspayevahas quoted2 years ago
    People were complicated. They weren’t math problems; they were collections of feelings and decisions and dumb luck. The world was complicated too, not a beautifully hazy French film, but a disastrous, horrible mess, speckled with brilliance and love and meaning.
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