Quotes from Jenny Han

I think you should fall in love at least twice in high school.

I don't think relationships are just physicality. There are ways to show you care about someone, not just using your lips... Or any other body part.

I turn on my side and close my eyes. What must it be like, to have a boy like you so much he cries for you? And not just any boy. Josh. Our Josh. To answer her question: yes, I think I have been in real love. Just once, though. With Josh. Our Josh.

She still has that freshman-year reputation though. She acts like she doesn't care, but I know she does, at least a little.

It took a long time for me to get better, but I did. I got better. But suddenly it's like the last four years never happened, and I'm feeling all the same terrible feelings about myself that I did back then.

And now I just want to not exist.

It doesn't work like that. You don't just pick your song. The song picks you. Like the Sorting Hat.

I remember what it felt like to fall in love for the first time. You think you'll never love like that again. But you do.

And grumbling, he does it, in front of everybody, which is how I know he is utterly and completely mine.

Quit it," Kitty warns. "We're not getting a cat. Cats are blah. They're also very manipulative

If you make Josh's dumb white- chocolate cranberry cookies and not my fruitcake ones, it's over.

It's good for you to try new things

He drives off into the night and I'm still standing there with my fingers to my lips. Peter Kavinsky just kissed me.

I need peace," I say, closing my eyes. "I need to replenish myself with peace.

Chuckling, Josh backs away. "I'll leave you to Cressida and Noel then." To his back, I call out, "For your information, it's Nigel!

Because you know me, you know me better than almost anybody, and you don't love me.

I keep trying to block it out, but it keeps on coming back.

It feels strange to have spent so much time wishing for something, for someone, and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.

I wished I could stay forever, in this moment. Like in one of those plastic snowballs, one little moment frozen in time.

The look on his face made me want to die. It confirmed every mean and low thing I'd ever thought about myself, the stuff you hope and pray no one will ever know about you. Because if they knew, they would see the real you, and they would despise you.

I tighten my fingers around his. If we just hold on tight enough, it will all be okay.

I don't think I'd want it; it's a lot of responsibility to hold a person's heart in your hands.

We are sisters, and there's nothing she or I can ever say or do to change that.

I'm standing there in the open door and the thought flies in my head, so quick, so unexpected, I can't stop myself from thinking it: If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.