Quotes from Jenny Han

I don't know if you want my help, Katherine. See, I'm really distracting to women. I make them lose their count." Peter winks at her and I make a gagging sound. "Why don't you stay down here and help us bake?

Um, I think bangs are a very big commitment and not to be decided on a whim. Depending on how fast your hair grows, you could be growing them out for a year or more. But if you're serious, I think you should wait till fall, because it'll be summer before you know it, and bangs in the summer can be sort of sticky and sweaty and annoying.

Kitty's been a nervous bundle of energy all day; it's like her birthday and Christmas and first day of school combined.

Relationships are hard work. You'll see. After you've been in it with Kavinsky longer, you'll see what I'm talking about." "Oh my God, you're such a know-it-all. The biggest know-it-all I ever met, besides my sister." "Which one?" I can feel a giggle bubbling up inside of me, which I push down. "Both. They're both know-it-alls.

I hated it when he played the guitar. He'd sit there, strumming, halfway paying attention, only halfway present. He'd hum to himself, and he was someplace else. We'd be watching TV, or playing cards, and he'd be strumming the guitar. Or he'd be in his room, practicing. For what, I didn't know. All I knew was that it took time away from us.

He looks at you a lot, Lara Jean. When you're not paying attention. He looks at you, to see if you're having a good time.

I'd much prefer to be in my flannel pajamas with a cup of Night-Night tea and a book, thank you very much.

This is the moment I realise 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 make him mine. But I don't want him. I want someone else.

Trina fans her armpits, "I'm sweating, I think I need more deodorant. Kitty, do I smell?

Te libero. Te echo de mi corazón. Porque si no lo hago ahora, nunca lo haré.

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.

But there was always something just a little bit humiliating about it, like we were two leftover heels of bread and together we made a dry sandwich. We're not friends anymore.

At this point, all I can do is wait, and hope. And hope and hope.

Love is scary; it changes; it can go away. That's part of the risk.

I would rather have had someone shoot me in the head with a nail gun, repeatedly, than have to watch the two of them cuddling on the couch together all night.

My mother caught my eye and she mouthed, Shake on it like a man, and I knew she was thinking how sexist Mr. Fisher was.

Which is why it's so weird to be sitting next to him on somebody's curb like no time has passed.

He was too pretty, too smooth. Not my type of boy at all. But after he kissed me, he was all I could think about for months after.

Just one look across a bathroom fish tank was all it took? They knew it was a love worth dying for? Because they do not know. They believe. I guess the difference is, in those times people got married so much younger than they do now. Realistically, till death do us part probably only meant, like, fifteen or twenty years, because people didn't live as long back then.

Dating" didn't feel like the right word for it. We were just together. It all happened so easily and so quickly that it felt like it had always been that way. One minute we were friends, then we were kissing,

We've already taken a hundred pictures today, and we'll take hundreds more, but I know this one will be my favorite.

Even though, I know, they barely know each other, and their story is over before it even truly begins, and the real part would have been in the everyday, in the choosing to be with each other despite all the hardships.

Mama sewed the hole up straight away. I didn't even know she could sew. I almost didn't trust her with it because she'd had half a bottle of wine with supper, but she did a good job.

Belly, your voice makes me want to run this car into the ocean.