Quotes from Jenny Han

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.

In the bottom of the desk drawer I found an old composition notebook from my Harriet the Spy days. It was colored in pink and green and yellow highlighter. I'd followed the boys around for days, taking notes in it until I drove Steven crazy and he told Mom on me.

It's like I came back and there was a whole new family here that I wasn't a part of.

I want to say yes, but I don't want to be with a boy whose heart belongs to somebody else. Just once, I want to be somebody's first choice. "You might think you like me, but you don't. If you did, you wouldn't still like her.

What we had was perfect, and it was finite in the way that all good things are. Nothing gold can stay. I take off the necklace Reeve gave me and then I cry until the sun comes up. For what could have been and what will never be.

I wake up happy because it's the first day of school. I've always loved the first day of school better than the last day of school. Firsts are best because they are beginnings.

I suppose in matters of the heart, there's no predicting how a person will or won't behave.

God, I've cried twice today! It's so un-me.

I've had the going-to-school-naked-forgot-to-study-for-an-exam-in-a-class-I-never-signed-up-for combo.

A lot of the stuff people are wearing, the kids from school wear too. Fashion really is cyclical.

Tu préfères te faire des films plutôt que d'être avec quelqu'un pour de vrai

If there was a way for me to unsee it, I would.

She was as deep as an inflatable kiddie pool.

Meanwhile, everybody's looking through songbooks, trying to decide what songs to put in.

Do you think there's a difference? Between belonging with and belonging to, I mean? "Sure. One implies choice; the other doesn't.

then the drinks start coming fast and furious, and people are shouting out song numbers for the queue.

Parfois, les gens vous paraissent un million de fois plus beaux qu'ils ne le sont en réalité

I was the flighty one, the flibbertigibbet.

So you're leaving for good, then?" "Not for good. Just for now.

I never even thought about you before. Gen has always said that you are the best-looking boy in our grade, and I agreed, because sure, you are. But I still didn't see the allure of you. Plenty of people are good-looking. That doesn't make them interesting or intriguing or cool. Maybe that's why you kissed me. To do mind control on me, to make me see you that way. It worked. Your little trick worked. From then on, I saw you. Up close, your face wasn't so much handsome as beautiful.

Just hearing his name is like a dagger in my heart.

Je ne pensais pas que quelqu'un pouvait vous manquer encore plus douloureusement en étant assis à deux pas de vous. Peut-être parce qu'il ne me regarde pas, pas une seule fois.

Wow," I said, and I tried to communicate happiness in that word, but I don't know if it came out that way. All I was feeling was despair. And envy. Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.

Because I really did believe he was coming. If I didn't, would I have taken extra care with my hair that morning? In the shower, would I have shaved my legs not once but twice, just to be safe? Would I have put on that new dress and worn those heels that made my feet hurt if I truly didn't believe he was coming?