Quotes from Jenny Han

And I feel like all the tension and bad feelings between us evaporate into nothingness.

You'd always be mourning what once was. It would always be a little bit . . . less.

Love can go away, or people can, without even meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed.

You decide who, how far, and how often, if ever.

So, how does he kiss?" I'm blushing. I tap my fingers on my lips before I say, "He kisses like ... like it could be his job.

but I suppose in matters of the heart, there's no predicting how a person will or won't behave.

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.

Boys will be boys, but girls are supposed to be careful: of our bodies, of our futures, of all the ways people judge us.

Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.

My best advice is to first write for yourself and stay in your story and just pour all of your good stuff and bad stuff into it. By 'stuff,' I mean all the experiences and pleasures and little hurts that make up a life. Because even (and especially) the really hard experiences are worth having, if you can channel those emotions into something beautiful.

It's the good-byes that are hard.

Let's do it fucking for real, Lara Jean. Let's go all in. No more contract. No more safety net. You can break my heart. Do whatever you want with it.

Conrad and I were linked, we would always be linked. That wasn't something I could do away with. I knew that now- that love wasn't something you could erase, no matter how hard you tired.

One day all of this will be proof, proof that we were here, proof that we loved each other. It's the guarantee that no matter what happens to us in the future, this time was ours.

I loved him in a way that you really can only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better, and doesn't want to- it's dizzy, and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.

I was as cool as a cucumber

You treated her like garbage and now you decide you want her back.

En este momento me doy cuenta que no lo amo, que no lo he hecho por un tiempo. Que tal vez nunca lo hice. Porque él está ahí y es mío si lo quiero, lo podría besar otra vez, podría hacerlo mío. Pero no lo quiero. Quiero a alguien más. Se siente raro haber gastado tanto tiempo deseando algo, a alguien, y luego un día, de repente, solo se detiene.

Even paradise can be suffocating

Her mind can't go to the dark places mine does.

I'm sick of waiting for karma. Karma can suck it.

When I´m done, I put the letter in my diary instead of in my hat box. I have a feeling I´m not done-done yet, that there´s still more I need to say, I just haven´t thought of it yet.

My mother was good at that, making people feel normal. Safe. Like as long as she was there, nothing truly bad could happen.

After she left, after that summer, things were the same and they weren't. She and I were still friends, but not best friends, not like we used to be. But we were still friends. She'd know me my whole life. It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away part of yourself.