Quotes About Memories

But then I think, no, I wouldn't give up twelve, thirteen, sixteen, seventeen with Peter for the world.

I don't know if i'll ever get you out of my system, not completely. I have… this feeling. That you'll always be there. Here.

For me, it was almost like winter didn't count. Summer was what mattered. My whole life was measured in summers. Like I don't really begin living until June, until I'm at that beach, in that house

Your house is lovely," I say, even though it isn't. It's old; it could use a good cleaning. But the things inside it are lovely. "It's empty now. All my things sold up. Can't take it with you, you know." "You mean when you die?" I whisper. He glares at me. "No. I mean to the nursing home.

Growing up really is bittersweet.

People come in and out of your life. For a time they're your world; they are everything. There's no telling how long you will have them near...It's the good-byes that are hard.

Josh and I started out so easy, so fun, and now we're like strangers. I'll never have that person back, who I knew better than anyone and who knew me so well.

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit.

He smells like pool, and summer, and vacations. It's not like in the movies. It's better, because it's real.

It occurred to me that I was going to have to make the most of this summer, really make it count, in case there wasn't another one quite like it. I was getting older too. Things couldn't stay the same forever.

She'd known me my whole life. It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing a part of yourself.

You'll go about your day, and you will miss him at first, but over time it will ease. It will lessen.

I think you should fall in love at least twice in high school.

I turn on my side and close my eyes. What must it be like, to have a boy like you so much he cries for you? And not just any boy. Josh. Our Josh. To answer her question: yes, I think I have been in real love. Just once, though. With Josh. Our Josh.

I remember what it felt like to fall in love for the first time. You think you'll never love like that again. But you do.

I'm standing there in the open door and the thought flies in my head, so quick, so unexpected, I can't stop myself from thinking it: If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.

It still feels weird to spend money on Christmas trees. Back when Mom was alive, we'd go out "tree hunting." That's what she called it, anyway. I think other people might use the word "trespassing.

Josh: But colored lights are whimsical. I mean they're nostalgic Lara Jean: Whimsical, Josh?

It's probably because you were each other's firsts. That's why you can't let each other go. I've heard that's how it is with firsts, especially with guys.

as anyone who's ever scrapbooked knows, Rome wasn't built in a day. You could spend a year or more working on one scrapbook.

How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don't. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.

I know Josh and I will mend things, because we're neighbors, and that's how it goes with people you see a lot. They mend, almost on their own. But not so for Margot and Josh, with her so far away. If they don't talk now, the scar will only harden over time, it will calcify, and then they'll be like strangers who never loved each other, which is the saddest thought of all.

That I miss her. I really miss her. She's only been gone for two months, but it feels like longer. And it also feels like it just happened, like yesterday.

My Pocahontas-meets-seventies-Cher-style shirt. Oh, how I loved that shirt