Quotes from Jenny Han

I suppose you can't hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on

I give him a strange look. Just a second ago he was grousing, and now he's happy as a clam. I don't get boys.

I've never known Margot to chicken out before, but I suppose in matters of the heart, there's no predicting how a person will or won't behave.

I don't want to.. you know, fall for you any worse than I already have.

And i'm certain, i'm so suddenly certain that everything is exactly the way it's supposed to be, that I don't have to be afraid of good-bye; because good-bye doesn't have to be forever.

You can't protect him from being hurt, babe, no mattter what you do. Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt...it's all a part of being in love.

Anyone looking at her would think she was fine. Because Margot is always fine, even when she's not.

His eyes were these bleak and empty abysses, like sockets. There was nothing there. The boy I thought I knew so well was gone. He looked so lost sitting there. I felt that old lurch, that gravitational pull, that desire to inhabit him—like wherever he was in this world, I would know where to find him, and I would do it. I would find him and take him home. I would take care of him, just like Susannah wanted.

The words come out of my mouth, but they don't sound like me. I don't sound like me. Probably because I know it's all lies. But I can see that they're lies that Reeve believes. He swallows them whole. His eyes go blank. Empty. He completely shuts down.

Fighting isn't a good sign, Lara Jean. It means you still care.

What if I came here and I ended up loving it? What if, after a year, I didn't want to leave? What then? But wouldn't it be great if I loved it? Isn't that the whole point? Why bet on not loving a place? Why not take a chance and bet on happiness? I

It's not yours. I never gave it to you. You just took it." That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them that you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

I don't know if i'll ever get you out of my system, not completely. I have… this feeling. That you'll always be there. Here.

I decided Conrad was right after all. Ilsa was meant to be with Laszlo. That was the way it was always supposed to end. Rick was nothing but a tiny piece of her past, a piece that she would always treasure, but that was all, because history is just that. History.

For me, it was almost like winter didn't count. Summer was what mattered. My whole life was measured in summers. Like I don't really begin living until June, until I'm at that beach, in that house

Your house is lovely," I say, even though it isn't. It's old; it could use a good cleaning. But the things inside it are lovely. "It's empty now. All my things sold up. Can't take it with you, you know." "You mean when you die?" I whisper. He glares at me. "No. I mean to the nursing home.

But then I see the way he is looking at me, with such tenderness, and I stop.

It's a known fact in life that you can't have everything

At first it was scary, but then I liked it too. Part of me wants to just stay next to you forever. I could easily do that. I could love you forever.

You can break my heart. Do whatever you want with it.

Because sometimes words were so pitifully inadequate, and I knew that, but I had to try anyway.

Looking on the bright side of life never killed anybody.

But I don't think people change at the core.

Victory is ten times sweeter for the underdog.