Quotes from Jenny Han

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms. My letters set me free.

It's torturous standing there in front of him, waiting—for what, I don't know.

It's scary when it's real. When it's not just thinking about a person, but, like, having a real live person in front of you, with, like, expectations. And wants. Even when I liked a boy so much, loved him even, I would always rather be with my sisters, because that's where I belong.

My voice was high and desperate, and I was crying, and I hated that I was crying, but I couldn't help it. I had to keep talking, because this was it. Last chance.

The hottest places in hell are reserved for people who maintain neutrality in times of crisis," I say, licking my spoon.

I suppose you cannot hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.

So maybe she's got a little bit of me in her after all. Kitty continues. "We could put red food coloring in the syrup, too, to make it look like blood. A bloody heart!" No, never mind. Kitty is all her own.

I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.

Shit!" he yells. "I hate that I can't protect you from this.

A veces me gustas tanto que no puedo soportarlo. Me llena internamente, todo el camino hasta el borde, y siento como si pudiera desbordarme. Me gustas tanto que no sé qué hacer. Mi corazón late muy rápido cuando sé que voy a verte de nuevo. Y luego, cuando me miras como lo haces, me siento como la chica más afortunada del mundo.

Disappointment is good for kids; it prepares them for the real world, where it's not all about them and their feelings.

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.

It's like we're in a movie and the music is swelling and waves are crashing around us.

The most believable lies are the ones that are atleast a little bit true.

I say, 'In the contract we said we wouldn't break each other's hearts. What if we do again?' Fiercely [Peter] says. 'What if we do? If we're so guarded, it's not going to be anything. 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 what ever you want with it.' -Lara Jean & Peter Kavinsky

It's hard to redefine something that never had a clear definition in the first place.

That night I lay in bed, thinking about how summer romances really do happen so fast, and then they're over so fast. But the next morning, when I went to the deck to eat my toast, I found an empty water bottle on the steps that led down to the beach. Poland Spring, the kind Cam was always drinking. There was a piece of paper inside, a note. A message in a bottle. The ink was a little smeared, but I could still read what it said. It said, "IOU one skinny-dip.

I'm clenching my fists so tight my fingernails leave red crescent moons on my skin. I feel a surge, a heat roar up inside me. As bad as I'm hurting now, he'll hurt ten times worse. That's the only thing that keeps me going.

Reeve shakes his head and exhales loudly. "That's not what I'm saying and you know it!" He looks away. "Can you just . . . can you go get dressed and come with me and we'll talk about it later? My mom's expecting you.

Interplanetary dust," I repeated, liking the feel of the words on my tongue.

Somewhere outside, a goldfinch was singing. Or maybe it was a song sparrow. My dad tried to teach me different kinds of bird songs, but I couldn't quite remember.

Smiling, he said, "Did you know that astronomers call them interplanetary dust?

It sure is nice being part of a group, feeling like I belong

The only person I wanted was Susannah. She was the only one.