Quotes from Jenny Han

Y estoy segura, repentinamente segura, de que todo es de la manera en que se suponía que debía de ser, que no tengo que tener tanto miedo de las despedidas, porque las despedidas no tienen que ser para siempre.

My point is, losing your virginity on prom night is a cliché, but clichés are clichés for a reason. There's a practicality to it. You get to stay out all night, you look great, et cetera, et cetera. It just makes sense." "I'm not having sex for the first time because it's convenient and my hair looks good, Chris." "Fair enough.

Me ayudas a seguir adelante, Lara Jean.

So much of love is chance. There's something scary and wonderful about that. If Kitty had never sent those letters, if I hadn't gone to the hot tub that night, it might've been him and Gen. But she did send those letters, and I did go out there. It could have happened lots of ways. But this is the way it happened. This is the path we took. This is our story.

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.

This is the moment I realize I don't love him, that I haven't for a while. That maybe I never did. Because he's right there for the taking: I could kiss him again; I could make him mine. But I don't want him. I want someone else. It feels strange to have spent so much time wishing for something, for someone, and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.

Okay, okay. You know I didn't mean it like that. I just mean that you should give people a chance to know you." Josh points the remote control at me and says, "If people knew you, they would love you." He sounds so matter-of-fact. Josh, you break my heart. And you're a liar. Because you know me, you know me better than almost anybody, and you don't love me.

Maybe this is why Mommy told Margot not to go to college with a boyfriend. When you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, you only want to be with that person, and you forget about everybody else, and then when the two of you break up, you've lost all your friends. They were off doing fun stuff without you.

You're in love with love

Peter will love Lara Jean with all his heart, always.

Él no me dio flores o dulces. Me dio la luna y las estrellas. El infinito.

Love is about making brave choices every day.

One second you're walking your dog in the suburbs, and then you put on Adele, and it's like you're in a movie and you've just had your heart brutally broken." Margot

el amor es hacer elecciones valientes todos los días. Eso es lo que hizo ella. Siempre eligió el amor; siempre escogió la aventura. Para ella, eran una y la misma.

We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away just like that?

Girl understand each other in a way boys never will.

You'll just do what you did before he was your boyfriend. You'll go about your day, and you will miss him at first, but over time it will ease. It will lessen. All you need is time, and you, little one, have all the time in the world.

We all look so young. John with his rosy cheeks, Trevor with his chubby ones, Peter with his skinny legs. Underneath the picture I wrote, THE BEGINNING. "Aww," he says tenderly. "Baby Lara Jean and Baby Peter. Where'd you find this?" "In a shoe box." He flicks John's smiling face. "Punk." "Peter!" "Just kidding," he says.

Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.

I've never gotten a love letter before. But reading these notes like this, one after the other it feels like I have.

He says it with all the certainty only a teenage boy can have, and I have never loved him more than at this very moment.

Reevie . . . I feel wasted." Her head sways from side to side, her hair hanging in her face. "Will you please take me home?" I peer at her. She's had, like, two beers. I've seen her finish a six-pack in under an hour and not get tipsy.

All I knew was, I wanted her to look at me like that. After that day, I was done for. I liked her, as more than a friend. I maybe even loved her. There have been other girls. But they weren't her.

You know, you're an interesting girl, Lara Jean. You seem shy and kind of babyish at first, but you're actually very confident. That was a compliment, by the way." "Thanks," I say. If someone is giving you a compliment, I don't think they should have to tell you they're giving you one; it should probably be obvious to the person receiving it.