Nina

“His love is steady, constant. Easier than breathing, because breathing is something you can overthink, to the point that you forget how your lungs work and get yourself into a panic.
I could never forget how to love Wyn.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“Before I knew Wyn, I could have been okay without him. Now I'll always feel the place he isn't.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“As soon as I say it, I want to take it back. I know how quickly he scrubbed me out of his life; I don't want to know how fast he got the shrapnel out of his heart.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“Until you got here,” he rasps, “all this place had ever been was a reminder of the ways I was a disappointment, and now you’re here, and—I don’t know. I feel like I’m okay. So if you’re the ‘wrong kind of woman,’ then I’m the wrong kind of man.”

I can see all of the shades of him at once. Quiet, unfocused boy. Precocious, resentful preteen. Broody high schooler desperate to get out. Sharp-edged man trying to fit himself back into a place he never belonged to begin with.

That’s the thing about being an adult standing beside your childhood race car bed. Time collapses, and instead of the version of you you’ve built from scratch, you’re all the hackneyed drafts that came before, all at once.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers