Quotes from Jenny Han

People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your wold; they are everything. And then one day they're not. There's no telling how long you will have them near.

Susannah told me that when I was born, she knew I was destined for one of her boys. She said it was fate. My mother, who didn't normally go in for that kind of thing, said it would be perfect, as long as I'd had at least a few loves before I settled down. Actually, she said "lovers," but that word made me cringe. Susannah put her hands on my cheeks and said, "Belly, you have my unequivocal blessing. I'd hate to lose my boys to anyone else.

Don't you worry your pretty little head.

Me ponía tan difícil el no quererle. Cuando era tan dulce, rememoraba el porqué. Por qué le había amado, quiero decir. Me acordaba de todo.

How much time do I have left?" I glance over at my clock. "Seven minutes." Maybe I should tack on an extra five… "Can we lie down, then?" he suggests. I shove him in the shoulder. "Peter!" "I just want to hold you for a little bit! If I was going to try to do more, I'd need more than seven minutes, trust me.

Me pregunté si mi amistad con Taylor estaría hecha del mismo material que la suya. Un material duradero e impenetrable. Por alguna razón, lo dudaba. Lo que ellas compartían era único en la vida.

I want to see his name all fancy in calligraphy.

Me pregunté si era así como morían los antiguos amores, agotados, con lentitud, y de repente, como si nada, dejaban de existir.

Porque la verdad era que cuando miraba a Conrad lo único que sentía era un anhelo que nunca desaparecía. El mismo de siempre.

I always wondered what the boys looked like in December. I tried to picture them in cranberry-colored scarves and turtleneck sweaters, rosy-cheeked and standing beside a Christmas tree, but the image always seemed false. I did not know the winter Jeremiah or the winter Conrad, and I was jealous of everyone who did. I got flip-flops and sunburned noses and swim trunks and sand.

THERE ARE VERY LIMITED OPTIONS for Asian girls on Halloween. Like one year I went as Velma from Scooby-Doo, but people just asked me if I was a manga character. I even wore a wig! So now I'm committed to dressing up as Asian characters exclusively.

Observando cómo servía esos huevos terribles fingiendo no estar triste, pensé para mí: «Voy a amar a este chico para siempre».

Bailamos lento y me alegré de que la música estuviese tan alta, porque así él no podría oír el latido de mi corazón.

They were exactly like copilots, in perfect balance.

Peter will never admit it, but he loves to get dressed up. So vain.

definitely don't think he's a good guy for you. All of those lacrosse guys are so douchey.

Conrad was the older one, by a year and a half. He was dark, dark, dark. Completely unattainable, unavailable. He had a smirky kind of mouth, and I always found myself staring at it. Smirky mouths make you want to kiss them, to smooth them out and kiss the smirkiness away. Or maybe not away… but you want to control it somehow. Make it yours. It was exactly what I wanted to do with Conrad. Make him mine.

When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her.

You're just so mysterious. I hardly know a things about you. The things I know are so unsubstantial, so unsatisfying, like that you eat a chicken sandwich every day at lunch, and you're on the golf team. I guess the one remotely real thing I know about you is you're a good writer, which must mean you have deep reserves of emotion.

What it must be like, to have a boy like you so much he cries for you?

Me pregunté si sería posible borrar el dolor de alguien con un beso. Porque eso era justo lo que quería hacer, arrancar toda su tristeza y llevármela, consolarle, conseguir que regresase el chico que yo conocía.

Nunca me he arrepentido, ni por un segundo. ¿Cómo puedes lamentar una de las mejores noches de tu vida? No lo haces. Recuerdas cada palabra, cada mirada. Incluso cuando duele, sigues recordando.

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.

Quería a Conrad y probablemente siempre sería así. Me pasaría la vida entera amándolo, de una forma u otra. Puede que me acabara casando, que tuviese una familia, pero no importaría, porque una parte de mi corazón, la parte donde residía el verano, siempre pertenecería a Conrad [...] ¿Cómo hacerle entender que también había un trozo guardado para él? Fue el primer chico en decirme que era bonita.