Quotes from Jenny Han

He was going to be my last and my every and my always.

Summer was what mattered. My whole life was measured in summers. Like I don't really begin living until June, until I'm at that beach.

Curling your hair is an intrinsically hopeful act.

But the little things are what make up life.

I shush him. He crosses his arms. "I don't get why you guys get to talk during movies and I get shushed. It's pretty bullshit." "It's our house," Kitty says. "Your sister shushes me at my house too!" We ignore him in unison.

There are moments in every girl's life, that are bigger than we know at the time. When you look back, you say, that was one of those life-changing fork-in-the-road moments and I didn't even see it coming. I had no idea. And then there are the moments that you know are big. That whatever you do next, there will be an impact. Your life could go in one of two directions, Do or die. This is one of those moments. Big. They didn't get much bigger than this.

Sometimes words were so pitifully inadequate.

Se siente raro haber gastado tanto tiempo deseando algo, a alguien, y luego un día, de repente, solo se detiene.

Ever since I got your letter … I haven't been able to stop thinking about you.

Our waitress is Kelly, who's a student at the college. She was gone all summer, and I guess now she's back. She eyes Peter as she sets down our waters. "Where are your friends tonight?" she asks me. I say, "Margot's left for Scotland, and Josh…isn't here." Which Peter rolls his eyes at.

His heart is mine, just mine. I believe it now. Mine to protect and care for, mine to break.

Girls with boyfriends, she'd said, limit themselves to a certain kind of college experience.

You're keeping me going, Lara Jean." Josh looks at me and I feel it all, every memory, every moment we've ever shared.

And then he's kissing me; his mouth is urgent against mine, like he's searching for some sort of reassurance, some kind of promise only I can give.

You know the saddest part? Josh and I will never be friends like we were before. Not after all this. That part's just over now. He was my best friend." I

A fight is like a fire. You think you have it under control, you think you can stop it whenever you want, but before you know it, it's a living, breathing thing and there's no controlling it and you were a fool to think you could.

Things feel like they'll be forever, but they aren't. Love can go away, or people can, without even meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed." Gulp.

I don't want to have to play catch-up at the end of the day. I need to be a part of his daily life and he needs to be a part of mine.

So I take Peter's hand; I put it on my heart. I tell him, "You have to take good care of this, because it's yours." He looks at me in such a way that I know for sure--he's never looked at another girl quite like this. And then I'm in his arms, and we're hugging and kissing, and we're both shaking, because we both know--this is the night we become real.

But that's just inscapable, right? When you lose someone and it still hurts, that's when you know the love was real.

what if i came here and i ended up loving it? what if, after a year, i didn't want to leave? what then? but wouldn't it be great if i loved it? isn't that the whole point? why bet on not loving a place? why not take a chance and bet on happiness? - Lara Jean

I will never forget tonight, not for as long as I live. One day, if I'm lucky, I'll tell some young girl all my stories, just like Stormy told me hers. And I'll get to live them again. When I'm old and gray, I will look back on this night, and I will remember it just as it was. Is. We're still here. It's not the future yet.

Hey, so what's the deal with you and Kavinsky?" I just shrug and give him an enigmatic smile. "It's crazy, right? Because he's so…" I search for the exact right word, but I can't think of it. "I mean, he could play the part of a handsome guy in a movie." Hastily I add, "So could you, though. You'd play the guy the girl should pick." Lucas laughs, but I can tell he likes it.

When I write, I hold nothing back. I write like he'll never read it. Because he never will.