35 Quotes from People We Meet on Vacation book by Emily Henry

This post is a list of quotes from the book - People We Meet on Vacation by Emily Henry. People We Meet on Vacation will leave you with the warm, hazy afterglow usually reserved for the best vacations.

People We Meet on Vacation Quotes

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.

This is what life’s about: being somewhere beautiful, with someone you love.

To be on trend is to be already late to that trend.

People want to see idyllic vacations in vacation magazines. They buy them to daydream, not to plan.

Isn’t that ridiculous? My life turned out how I hoped it would, and now I just miss wanting something.

The whole thing about millennials was that we don’t get what we want. The houses, the jobs, the financial freedom. We just go to school forever, then bartend ’til we die.

Sometimes, when you lose your happiness, it’s best to look for it the same way you’d look for anything else. [... ] By retracing your steps. So, all you have to do is think back and ask yourself, when was the last time you were truly happy?

I hate exercise; I love the feeling of having exercised.

You know, sometimes with clothes, it’s not a matter of whether something can be worn but whether it should be worn.

There’s nothing so off-putting to some people as someone who seems not to care whether anyone else approves of them.

This is what I want for the rest of my life. To see new places. To meet new people. To try new things.

Half the people on Instagram have never lived in a world where every picture wasn’t edited.

For me, traveling is about wandering, meeting people you don’t expect, doing things you’ve never done.

All there really is to do in New Orleans, it seems, is walk, eat, drink, look, and listen.

People in New York are friendlier than the rest of the world warned me they would be.

You all think you want a sexy, independent hip-hop dancer, but when that person appears in front of you, when she’s a real person, she’s too much and you’re not interested and you’ll go for the cute kindergarten teacher in the turtleneck every time.

Breakups suck. Breakups between cohabitating partners in overpriced cities suck a little extra.

Once your best friend is someone else’s boyfriend, the boundaries between what you can and can’t say get a whole lot firmer.

I would rather have one tiny sliver of him forever than have all of him for just a moment and know I’d have to relinquish all of it when we were through.

Makes me so happy every time you find out how small the world is, you know? Like, we were in that place at the same time and now here we are. At different points in our lives but still connected. Like quantum entanglement or some shit.

Stop trying to force this friendship back to what it used to be—it’s not going to happen! We’re different now, and you have to stop pretending we aren’t!

There are some things that can’t be unsaid, just like there are things that couldn’t be undone.

You can love someone and still know the future you’d have with them wouldn’t work for you, or for them, or maybe even for both of you.

It’s fascinating. How so much of love is about who you are with someone.

It hurts to want it all, so many things that can’t coexist within the same life.

I don’t know how to love someone as much as I love you. It’s terrifying. And I get these bursts of thinking I can handle it and then I think about what it will do to me if I lose you, and I panic and pull away.

It’s not your job to make me happy, okay? You can’t make anyone happy. I’m happy just because you exist, and that’s as much of my happiness as you have control over.

There may come a day when I no longer need to be touching you at all times, but that day is not today.

I love my kids, but sometimes I just want to sit down to dinner and talk about something other than Peppa Pig.

Maybe things can always get better between people who want to do a good job loving each other. Maybe that’s all it takes.

It’s the very fact that it’s finite that makes traveling special. You could move to any one of those destinations you loved in small doses, and it wouldn’t be the spellbinding, life-altering seven days you spent there as a guest, letting a place into your heart fully, letting it change you.

You can’t outrun yourself. Not your history, not your fears, not the parts of yourself you’re worried are wrong.

The one thing I know is, wherever you are, that’s where I belong. I’ll never belong anywhere like I belong with you. No matter what I’m feeling, I want you next to me. You’re home to me.

I didn’t know regular life could feel like this, like a vacation you don’t have to go home from.

Even if the point of life isn’t just being happy, right now, I am. Down to the bones.