Quotes from Jenny Han

All of this love crap makes me want to puke.

You can chalk up things to coincide so many times before you have to face the truth.

Pack light and figure the rest out as you go

You could do with a little less baking and a little more living life.

Josh: But colored lights are whimsical. I mean they're nostalgic Lara Jean: Whimsical, Josh?

Peter's gone away on his training weekend. It's only been one day and I'm already longing for him the way I long for Christmas in July. Peter is my cocoa in a cup, my red mittens, my Christmas morning feeling. He

I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you.

It's always the quiet ones that are the most interesting

Just like that, it was over. It was over before I even had a chance.

They're not love letters in the strictest sense of the word. My letters are for when I don't want to be in love anymore. They're for good-bye. Because after I write my letter, I'm no longer consumed by my all-consuming love.

I wish we could see Hamilton.

He deserves background music, he looks so good.

But then I saw the way he blushed, the way he looked off into space, and I knew it wasn't for me.

It's probably because you were each other's firsts. That's why you can't let each other go. I've heard that's how it is with firsts, especially with guys.

Allow yourself to get a little lost. By this I mean, get caught up in it, do things you wouldn't normally do — let it be an adventure. But not so lost that you can't find your way.

She always picked love; she always picked adventure. To her, they were one and the same.

There is something about walking into a room full of boys that makes you feel exposed, inadequate, like you come up short in every way that matters. It didn't used to be like this, and I don't know when it changed, but now it feels like it was always this way.

I can see now that it's the little things, the small efforts, that keep a relationship going. And I know now too that in some small measure I have the power to hurt him and also the power to make it better. This discovery leaves me with an unsettling, queer sort of feeling in my chest for reasons I can't explain.

When something that terrible, that horrible happens to you, you don't want to talk about it with anyone. You want to bury it deep inside you and let it rest in peace. You want to forget it ever happened. You want to stay home from school.

When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don't kick him on the ground.

There's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers. I try, I really do, but it's hard for me to accept this way of thinking. I'm always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

Thinking these kinds of thoughts, feeling these kinds of feelings, it's more than disloyal. I know that. It's downright traitorous.

Christmas isn't Christmas without your white-chocolate cranberry cookies

I am wearing an old yellow sundress of Celia's, and I have tied my hair back with green ribbon. I think I look real nice. And all they see is the cake.