Carolyn

“You're so nice and so hot and so fun and funny, and you smell really good, and the brownies you made for last night were amazing."
"And you love me," he says softly.
"So much," I agree, "I feel like, why would anyone who can't date you even bother dating? And somehow, you like me."
"Love," he corrects. "Somehow you love me."
"I do," I tell him.
I do. I am. Right now. Every muscle in my body is busy loving him.”
― Emily Henry, Funny Story

“In the end, it was relatively easy to let go of Peter, to accept his actions as proof of the truth: that our relationship, our life together, his feelings for me were never quite what I thought they were.
And I stopped longing for him when I accepted this, because how could I miss someone who didn’t exist?
So why can’t I seem to do the same thing with my father? Why can’t I stop missing the dad I never had? Why is he this constant dull ache in my heart?
I knew he wouldn’t change. But a part of me kept hoping I had changed enough that he couldn’t hurt me, or that this new iteration of me would be the one worth sticking around for.
That I’d fixed whatever’s so broken in me that I can’t be loved.”
― Emily Henry, Funny Story

“Anything you need a helmet to do,” I say, “you probably simply shouldn’t do.”
He steps closer, the breeze ruffling his hair, and pulls the helmet down over my head. “Or maybe,” he says, eyes crinkled against the sun, “everything worth doing comes with some risk.”
― Emily Henry, Funny Story

“And I’m not sure why I wasted all that time and energy, because when I think about family—that thing I’d always longed for—it’s never been a Norman Rockwell painting that I picture. It’s me and Mom, on the couch, eating microwaved corn dogs while Dial M for Murder plays on TV. It’s running out from the library at night to her car, a greasy box of Little Caesars pizza in the passenger seat, her joking, I thought we’d do Italian. It’s being pulled away from watching the frost melt on the living room window to make stovetop hot cocoa from a packet, and that last tight hug at the end of the airport security line, and packing up cardboard boxes, knowing I’ll always have what I need, no matter how much I leave behind.”
― Emily Henry, Funny Story