Quotes from Jenny Han

What are you thinking about so hard? Are you still stressing over your sex tape?" "It's not a sex tape if you're not having sex in it!" "Calm down, Lara Jean. I'm sure Peter's grandstanding did the trick and people will leave it alone. They'll be on to the next thing." "I hope you're right," I say. "Trust me, there'll be someone or something new to obsess over by next week.

Jeremiah, though—he was my friend. He was nice to me. He was the kind of boy who still hugged his mother, still wanted to hold her hand even when he was technically too old for it. He wasn't embarrassed either. Jeremiah Fisher was too busy having fun to ever be embarrassed. I bet Jeremiah was more popular than Conrad at school. I bet the girls liked him better.

és elt?n?dtem, vajon így múlik-e el a régi szerelem: lassan, panaszosan, aztán egyszer csak teljesen.

I suppose there's only one thing I can do. I'll write him another letter. A postscript with as any pages as it takes to X away whatever feelings I have left for him. I'll put this whole thing to rest, once and for all.

Then I reached across, and I took his hand and laced my fingers around his. It felt like the most right thing I'd done in a long time.

It felt eerily quiet, and even though it was only just past one, it felt like it was four in the morning and the whole world had gone to sleep.

I still love you and that's a really huge problem for me and it's also a really huge surprise. I swear I didn't know. All this time. I thought I was over it.

You're just so mysterious. I hardly know a thing 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.

Jeremiah hated his curls. For a while, Conrad had him convinced that crusts made your hair curly, so Jeremiah had stopped eating sandwich crusts, and Conrad would polish them off. As Jeremiah got older, though, his hair was less and less curly and more wavy. I missed his curls. Susannah called him her little angel, and he used to look like one, with his rosy cheeks and yellow curls. He still had the rosy cheeks.

Classes are pretty lax; we mostly just walk around saying good-bye to teachers, the office staff, the cafeteria ladies, the school nurse. A lot of them we'll see at graduation, but not everyone.

it again and again, as many times as my mother could stand. Just like Kim MacAfee before me, I wanted to wear mascara and

I also think you need to learn how to kick back and have fun.

I grabbed the stuffed polar bear on my dresser and hugged him close to my chest—his name was Junior Mint, Junior for short.

This moment between us, fragile and tenuous, snapped in half.

Peter crosses his arms. Smirking, he says, "Whatever spell you just tried to cast on me, it didn't work, so I think you need to go back to Hogwarts." He's so proud of himself for the Hogwarts reference, it's kind of endearing.

My body is a temple not just any boy gets to worship at. I won't do any more than I want to do.

Every time I have to take my eyes away from the road, even for a second, I feel so much panic in my chest.

she's just done. I wish (and this is a thought I've had many, many times, too many times to count) I was more like Margot.

I could never be with someone who didn't understand how important my family is to me.

Fear seized up inside of me; it felt like a fist clenched tight around my heart.

The first couple of days of school are always throwaway days of handing out books and syllabuses and figuring out where you're sitting and who you're sitting with. Now is when school really begins.

He's a good kid. He's really taken with you, Lara Jean.

I feel faint. I actually feel faint. Please let me faint right now, because if I faint I will no longer be here, in this moment. It will be like in movies when a girl passes out from the horror of it all and the fighting happens while she is asleep and she wakes up in a hospital bed with a bruise or two, but she's missed all the bad stuff. I wish that was my life instead of this.

I dice up a carrot and an onion and fry it with sesame oil and a little vinegar; then I mix in sushi rice. When it's cooked, I scoop pats of rice into tofu skins. They're like rice balls in little purses.