Quotes from Jenny Han

There is a specific kind of fight you can only have with your sister. It's the kind where you say things you can't take back. You say them because you can't help but say them, because you're so angry it's coming up your throat and out your eyes; you're so angry you can't see straight. All you see is blood.

And then there was Jeremiah. When I looked at Jeremiah, I saw past, present, and future. He didn't just know the girl I used to be. He knew the right-now me, and he loved me anyway.

Peter smiles, and ugh, it's annoying how handsome he is.

He gestured at me. "That's Belly." "Belly?" she repeated. "Yup. She's my girlfriend." I think I choked out loud.

It snuck up on me—growing up, I mean.

Sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults

He looks at me in such a way that I know for sure-he's never looked at another girl quite like this. And the 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.

When it's finals week and you've been studying for five hours straight, you need three things to get you through the nigh.The biggest Slurpee you can find,half cherry half Coke.Pajama pants, the kind that have been washed so many times they are tissue-paper thin. And finally,dance breaks. Lots of dance breaks.

In his eyes, there was no trace of what had happened earlier, and I could feel something inside me break. So that was that. We were finally, finally over.

I loved the feeling of talking and having somebody really listen to what I have to say. It was like a high or something.

The first time I saw him again, it was another year, at my college graduation. And I just knew.

I hate when people say that they have something to tell you and they don't just say it.

A girl's relationship with her father is the most important male relationship of her life.

Things weren't the same with us, not right away, and maybe not ever. We were growing up. We were still figuring out how to be in each other's lives without being everything to each other.

Families shrink and expand. All you can really do is be glad for it, glad for each other, for as long as you have each other.

Peter: "What is it with girls and rain?" Lara Jean: "I don't know . . . I guess maybe because everything feels more dramatic in the rain" Peter: "Did anything actually happen with you two, or were you just standing out in the rain picking up soccer balls?

Gone had come to mean something different, in a way that is hadn't used to. Something permanent.

When I get you back, I'm gonna put that necklace back around your neck and pin you." He tries to hold my eyes with his own. 'Like the 1950s.

He made it so hard not to love him. When he was sweet like this, I remembered why I did. Used to love him, I mean. I remembered everything.

I like the way he looks at me, like I am a wood nymph that he happened upon one day and just had to take home to keep.

I deserve better than that, you know? I deserve . . . I deserve to be someone's number one girl." "You are." "No, I'm not. She is. You're still protecting her, her secret, whatever that is. From what, though? From me? What have I ever done to her?

Wait, I thought I was your dream guy,' Peter says. Not to me, to Kitty. He knows he's not my dream guy. My dream guy is Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables . Handsome, loyal, smart in school.

But I loved that house, and I hated to say good-bye. Because, it was more than just a house. It was every summer, every boat ride, every sunset. It was Susannah.

What now?" Conrad didn't let me off the hook that easy. He said, "What now with you and Jeremiah or with you and me?