Beach Read by Emily Henry

I did what any reasonable adult woman would do when confronted with her college rival turned next-door neighbor. I dove behind the nearest bookshelf.

“When I watch you sleep," he said shakily, "I feel overwhelmed that you exist.” ― Emily Henry, Beach Read

"Full Minute I stalled, May be world Ending Asteroid will take me out before I Forced to go inside." ― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“That was what I'd always loved about reading, what had driven me to write in the first place. That feeling that a new world was being spun like a spiderweb around you and you couldn't move until the whole thing had revealed itself to you.” ― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“When you love someone,” he said haltingly, “. . . you want to make this world look different for them. To give all the ugly stuff meaning, and amplify the good. That’s what you do. For your readers. For me. You make beautiful things, because you love the world, and maybe the world doesn’t always look how it does in your books, but . . . I think putting them out there, that changes the world a little bit. And the world can’t afford to lose that.” ― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“That’s the key to marriage. You have to keep falling in love with every new version of each other, and it’s the best feeling in the whole world.” ― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“People were complicated. They weren't math problems; they were collections of feelings and decisions and dumb luck.” ― Emily Henry, Beach Read

"It's now grow house , unless weed in basement. Now way, that's where the sex dungeon is"

“Sometimes life is very hard. Sometimes it demands so much of you that you start losing pieces of yourself as you stretch out to give what the world wants to take.” ― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“Falling's the part that takes your breath away. It's the part when you can't believe the person standing in front of you both exists and happened to wander into your path. It's supposed to make you feel lucky to be alive, exactly when and where you are.” ― Emily Henry, Beach Read

What's disturbing about footjobs as form of currency, I grimmest as I search for reply, Old January would have know what to say but my mind was as blank as was everytime I open microsoft word.

"Really, In Winter I just prefer to be dead."