Quotes About Communication

No, Peter, that was not a genuine thank you, so you do not need to say you're welcome.

I glare at him. "You're just mad because I didn't die of happiness because the great Peter Kavinsky said he liked me. Your ego really is that enormous." His eyes flash. "Hey, I'm sorry I didn't show up on your doorstep with flowers and profess my undying love for you, Lara Jean, but guess what that's not real life. You need to grow up.

Suddenly I was struck with the strangest sensation, of wanting, needing, to reach out and touch his cheek with the back of my hand. So he would know, so he would feel exactly how much those words meant to me. Because sometimes words were so pitifully inadequate, and I knew that, but I had to try anyway.

until one of us leaves crying. Usually it's Mark, but this time I am afraid it will be me. Please, please don't let it be me. "You're the one who could

I felt like I could say anything to you. I think you felt the same way. I hope you did.

You looked cute in your sweater, by the way. I'm not saying that to butter you up. I mean it.

In French class, I hear Emily Nussbaum whisper to Genevieve, "If it turns out she's preggo, do you think Kavinsky will pay for the abortion?" Genevieve whispers back, "No way. He's too cheap. Maybe half." And everyone laughs. My face burns in mortification. I want to scream at them, We didn't have sex! We are brisket!

I'm somewhere else entirely, thinking about my letter to Peter, wondering if it was heartfelt enough, and how and when I'm going to give it to him, and what he'll say, and what it will mean.

I bit my lip to keep from saying, You have allergies, not swine flu.

The point is, you shouldn't compare relationships, okay?" Never mind the fact that I've been doing that constantly in my head.

And besides, isn't this the way one loses boyfriends, by acting paranoid and jealous and insecure? I'm fairly certain this is not a good look on me.

It might not have been him. But it doesn't matter, Lara Jean, because even if he didn't encourage all the talk, I doubt he discouraged it, if you know what I'm saying.

Now it's your turn to tell me something I don't know about you," John says. I laugh. "You already know more than most people. My love letter made sure of that.

Margot's off shopping for new boots with her friend Casey, Daddy's at work, and Kitty and I are lazing about watching TV when my phone buzzes next to me. It's a text from Peter. "Movie tonight?" I text back yes, exclamation point. Then I delete the exclamation point for sounding too eager. Though without the exclamation point, the yes seems completely unenthused. I settle on a smiley face and press send before I can obsess over it further.

She always says people's names like I should already know who they are.

How come you never dated anybody?" I shrug. "I don't know...because nobody ever asked?

C'est effrayant quand ça devient réel. C'est une chose d'avoir des sentiments pour quelqu'un. C'en est une autre d'avoir la personne en face. De gérer ses attentes. Ses envies.

Alors pourquoi tu m'a embrassé ? demande-t-il. -Si je t'ai embrassé, c'est justement parce que je ne t'aimes pas, je lui explique, comme si ça tombait sous le sens.

How could she blame him for being insensitive when she was so insecure?

When you feel something big and know something bigger, you share it with the world. (Anna K)

My philosophy of dating is to just fart right away.

I wished to God the doctor had handed me a pamphlet that said, 'Hey, sorry about the autism, but here's a step-by-step list on what to do next.' But doctors don't do that. They say 'sorry' and move you along.

Do not blame my tone of voice, my lack of patience, or my bad mood on PMS. It's not my period that's my problem.

The adjunct seems paler than usual. He isn't speaking in complete sentences. Would it be possible to...? Do you mind if...? They say when you're lonely you start to lose words.