Quotes from Jenny Han

Because by the time you finally see each other, you're catching up only on the big things, because it's too much bother to tell about the little things. But the little things are what make up life.

We never did see a shooting star, but it didn't matter to me one bit. Before the night was over I said, this is one of my top moments. He said mine too.

Nothing good happens after two a.m.

Screw you! You're a crappy best friend!!!

I like that I am needed, that I am beholden to somebody.

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and know that they'll never feel the same way?

People will love you or hate you for being different, but who's to say which way it'll go? You never know. It's completely arbitrary.

When you lose someone and it hurts, that's when you know the love was real.

To picture him, sitting at his desk at home, scribbling away with a pen and paper, endears him to me so completely. It gives me shivers. Currents of electricity from my scalp down to my toes.

Maybe it's not that I'm a Mysterious Girl. Maybe it's that I'm a Not Good Enough Girl.

I lie back down and close my eyes and imagine his arms are still around me, and that's how I fall asleep.

Here's something else, something important: Love is not transactional. It is not a bank account, you don't always get what you put in. Sometimes you put in so much and get very little return on your investment, at least that you can see right away.

I wish that things could go back to the way they were between us. That you could be you and I could be me, and we'd have fun with each other, and it would be a really sweet first romance that I'll remember my whole life.

A slow-motion train wreck. For something to go this colossally wrong, everything must intersect and collide at the exact right, or in this case, wrong, moment.

What I really want to say is Peter will always pick Lara Jean over Genevieve.

When a person you love dies, it doesn't feel real. It's like it's happening to someone else. It's someone else's life. I've never been good with the abstract. What does it mean when someone is really and truly gone?

I thought he was kind of a dick too, but I didn't say so. You're not supposed to join in when someone is bashing his father.

People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they're not. There's no telling how long you will have them near.

You're the milk to my shake.

Maybe I wasn't worth remembering.

Under the blanket I find Margot's hand and link my pinky with hers. "Sister swear.

In the whole history of my letters, of my liking boys, not once has a boy liked me back at the same time as I liked him. It was always me alone, longing after a boy, and that was fine, that was safe

The first boy I ever slow danced with. Ever cried over. Ever loved.

This is our start. This is the moment it becomes real. We are married. We are infinite.