Hello. I am Deepak Kundu, an avid book reader and quotes collector. As a hobby, I collect interesting quotes from the books that I read.

This post is a collection of 30 quotes from the book - Book Lovers by Emily Henry. I hope you find these quotes useful.

Book Lovers Quotes

When books are your life—or in my case, your job— you get pretty good at guessing where a story is going. The tropes, the archetypes, the common plot twists all start to organize themselves into a catalogue inside your brain, divided by category and genre.

That’s the thing about women. There’s no good way to be one. Wear your emotions on your sleeve and you’re hysterical. Keep them tucked away where your boyfriend doesn’t have to tend to them and you’re a heartless bitch.

Is there anything worse than a man who thinks he’s above the laws of the social contract just because he was born with a decent face and a fat wallet?

New York was a great place to have no money. There’s so much free art and beauty, so much incredible, cheap food. But having money in New York, now that would be magical.

The only two ways I’ve ever managed to get out of my head are through reading and rigorous exercise.

The more you tell a person about yourself, the more power you hand over.

Is there anything better than iced coffee and a bookstore on a sunny day? I mean, aside from hot coffee and a bookstore on a rainy day.

This is the problem with small towns: one minor lapse in judgment and you can’t go a mile without running into it.

If there’s anything more embarrassing than having a thinly veiled novel about you published, it’s probably having that book edited by a man who felt you up in a thunderstorm.

Maybe this is how parents feel when their kids grow up, like some piece of them has become fundamentally unknowable.

In New York, it’s impossible to escape the feeling of being one person among millions, as if you’re all nerve endings in one vast organism.

There is, of course, the misconception that straight men universally love tall, thin women. Being such a woman, I can debunk this. Many men are too insecure to date a tall woman. Many of those who aren’t are assholes looking for a trophy.

A good bookstore is like an airport where you don’t have to take your shoes off.

I’d say I’m a realist, but one who doesn’t always understand when what he’s seeing isn’t realism.

That’s what I love about New York. You’re never the weirdest person in the room.

That’s what made me fall in love with reading: the instant floating sensation, the dissolution of real-world problems, every worry suddenly safely on the other side of some metaphysical surface.

Life in New York, was like being in a giant bookstore: all these trillions of paths and possibilities drawing dreamers into the city’s beating heart, saying, I make no promises but I offer many doors.

Sometimes, even when you start with the last page and you think you know everything, a book finds a way to surprise you.

Nothing about him looks harmless to me. He looks like a Swiss Army knife. A man with six different means to undo me.

No ice ever freezes too thick to thaw and no thorns ever grow too dense to be cut away.

Some books you don’t read so much as live, and finishing one of those always makes me think of ascending from a scuba dive. Like if I surface too fast I might get the bends.

There’s still no happy ending for a woman who wants it all, the kind who lies awake aching with furious hunger, unspent ambition making her bones rattle in her body.

I always tip because I don’t want to live in a world where no one’s doing that.

There are things in life so valuable that you must risk the pain of losing them for the joy of briefly having them.

No one will ever convince me that time moves at a steady pace. Sure, your clock follows some invisible command, but it feels like it’s randomly spouting off minutes at whatever intervals suit it.

It’s hard getting old. Everyone treats you like a kid again.

That’s life. You’re always making decisions, taking paths that lead you away from the rest before you can see where they end. Maybe that’s why we as a species love stories so much. All those chances for do-overs, opportunities to live the lives we’ll never have.

You’re not a true New Yorker until you’re willing to feel your emotions out in the open.

Maybe love shouldn’t be built on a foundation of compromises, but maybe it can’t exist without them either.

For anyone who wants it all, may you find something that is more than enough.