Quotes About Memories

Conrad and I were linked, we would always be linked. That wasn't something I could do away with. I knew that now- that love wasn't something you could erase, no matter how hard you tired.

One day all of this will be proof, proof that we were here, proof that we loved each other. It's the guarantee that no matter what happens to us in the future, this time was ours.

After she left, after that summer, things were the same and they weren't. She and I were still friends, but not best friends, not like we used to be. But we were still friends. She'd know me my whole life. It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away part of yourself.

When you lose someone and it hurts, that's when you know the love was real.

I wish that things could go back to the way they were between us. That you could be you and I could be me, and we'd have fun with each other, and it would be a really sweet first romance that I'll remember my whole life.

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

The first boy I ever slow danced with. Ever cried over. Ever loved.

That night I lay in bed, thinking about how summer romances really do happen so fast, and then they're over so fast. But the next morning, when I went to the deck to eat my toast, I found an empty water bottle on the steps that led down to the beach. Poland Spring, the kind Cam was always drinking. There was a piece of paper inside, a note. A message in a bottle. The ink was a little smeared, but I could still read what it said. It said, "IOU one skinny-dip.

Stormy, who was larger than life, who taught me how to apply red lipstick "so it lasts even after a night of kisses and champagne," she said. I

I thought Genevieve was someone I would know forever. Those people in your life that you just always know, no matter what. But it's not that way. Here we are, three years later, and we're worse than strangers.

The first isn't necessarily the last, but it will always be the first, and that's special. Firsts are special." "You're not first," Peter says. "But you're the most special to me, because you're the girl I love, Lara Jean." Love. He said "love." I feel dizzy. I am a girl who is loved, by a boy, and not just her sisters and father and dog. A boy with beautiful eyebrows and a sleight of hand.

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.

I wanted to memorize it all in case I didn't get to come back again. You never know the last time you'll see a place. A person.

Stormy, can you believe we were ever so young?

La gente entra y sale de tu vida. Por un tiempo son tu mundo; lo son todo. Y un día ya no lo son.

People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they're not. There's not telling how long you will have them near. It's the good-byes that are hard.

We all look so young. John with his rosy cheeks, Trevor with his chubby ones, Peter with his skinny legs. Underneath the picture I wrote, THE BEGINNING. "Aww," he says tenderly. "Baby Lara Jean and Baby Peter. Where'd you find this?" "In a shoe box." He flicks John's smiling face. "Punk." "Peter!" "Just kidding," he says.

Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.

I've got my Motown girl-group music playing, and my supplies are laid out all around me in a semicircle. My heart hole punch, pages and pages of scrapbook paper, pictures I've cut out of magazines, glue gun, my tape dispenser with all my different colored washi tapes. Souvenirs like the playbill from when we saw Wicked in New York, receipts, pictures. Ribbon, buttons, stickers, charms. A good scrapbook has texture. It's thick and chunky and doesn't close all the way.

It's funny how much of childhood is about proximity. Like who your best friend is is directly correlated to how close your houses are

Before he goes to the boys' side and I go to the girls' side, I kiss him one more time and I feel like I'm flying.

one day all of this will be proof, proof that we were here, proof that we loved each other. its the guarantee that no matter what happens to us in the future, this time was ours. - Lara Jean

It doesn't matter that they're broken up. He was hers first, which means he's hers always.

When you lose someone and it still hurts, that's when you know the love was real