Quotes from Jenny Han

I'm glad to have her company to take my mind off things.

Tears burn my eyes. "I'm just gonna go to sleep now," and I rest my head on Chris's shoulder, and I cry.

I'm so in awe of your talent and so honored to be your friend.

It felt like the world was ending and nothing would ever be the same again. It was, and it wouldn't.

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 feel a sense of yearning for the man I may never get to meet.

I think you're very special. I think you are probably one of the most special people at our school, and I wish more people knew that about you. Or maybe I don't, because sometimes it's nice to be the only one who knows something.

In my head you're still the same age you were when I left.

My dearest, if there is such a thing as literary soulmates, you are mine.

but my heart doesn't seem to understand it's over.

Boyfriends aren't the same as best friends and you know it.

Je pense toujours à ce que je rate en prenant un chemin plutôt qu'un autre

Already our paths are diverging, a little more every day the closer we get to August.

I just wouldn't want it to be less special, after we do it. I want it to always be a sacred thing, not something to take for granted because everybody else does it, or because we've done it before. I suppose anything can become ordinary or commonplace if you do it enough times, but my hope is that this never is.

I didn't fully comprehend what a big part of my life he'd become. He'd become so...familiar to me. And now he's just gone. Not gone, still here, just not available to me, which might be even worse.

and you will feel abject regret, and you'll have no one to blame but yourself.

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? Sometimes I closed my eyes and in my head, I said over and over again, It isn't true, it isn't true, this isn't real. This wasn't my life. But it was my life; it was my life now. After.

Music makes everything more romantic, doesn't it?

more than that. I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to be brave. I want . . . life to start happening. I want to fall in love and I want a boy to fall in love with me back.

This year I'm going as Cho Chang from Harry Potter. I've got my Ravenclaw scarf and an old black choir robe I found on eBay, plus one of my dad's ties and a wand. I'm not going to win any contests, but at least people will know what I am. I wish I never have to answer a what are you? question ever again.

When Daddy asks me what I want for Christmas, I am just going to say, 'Pick any one of these breeds and we'll be good.

Are you thinking about Conrad?" he asked mockingly.

I can sing along to love songs and not be singing them to him. If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms. My letters set me free. Or at least they're supposed to.

I know you were hoping to go to UVA, but this might be for the best anyway.