Quotes About Doubt

We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away like that?

Good," he says, and he takes my hand, and he closes my locker door, and he walks me to class like a real boyfriend, like we're really in love. How was I supposed to know what's real and what's not? It feels like I'm the only one who doesn't know the difference.

The words come out of my mouth, but they don't sound like me. I don't sound like me. Probably because I know it's all lies. But I can see that they're lies that Reeve believes. He swallows them whole. His eyes go blank. Empty. He completely shuts down.

are you planning on breaking my heart, covey?

We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away just like that?

How was I supposed to know what's real and what's not? It feels like I'm the only one who doesn't know the difference.

Who could have done this to me?" I wail, pressing my hands to my cheeks. "I can't feel my face. Is my face still my face?

God, I don't know! Quit interrogating me, Peter.

What else had I remembered wrong? I was a person who loved to play Remember When in my head. I'd always prided myself on how I remembered every detail. It scared me to think that my memories could be just ever-so-slightly wrong.

Hmm" is all Margot says, and the skeptical look on her face makes me want to x her right off the screen.

I said, "How would I know that you wouldn't do it again? How would I be able to trust that?" He got up. For a second I thought he was leaving, and my heart nearly stopped. But then he got down on one knee, right in front of me. Very softly, he said, "You could marry me." At first I wasn't sure I'd heard him right. But then he said it again, this time louder. "Marry me.

I definitely don't think he's a good guy for you. All of those lacrosse guys are so douchey." "Well, Peter's not like those other guys." I don't understand why Margot can't just be happy for me. I was at least pretend happy for her when she started dating Josh. She could be pretend happy for me too.

I'm definitely a person who worries too much over every little thing.

I bet if I did ever kiss you again, I wold definitely catch something, and it wouldn't be love. It would be an STD! Lara Jean Song

He looks at me like he's waiting for something, and suddenly I'm afraid to give it.

Because I really did believe he was coming. If I didn't, would I have taken extra care with my hair that morning? In the shower, would I have shaved my legs not once but twice, just to be safe? Would I have put on that new dress and worn those heels that made my feet hurt if I truly didn't believe he was coming?

How am I supposed to know what's real and what's not? It feels like I'm the only one who doesn't know the difference.

Sure, I could just use a GPS, but I would feel silly putting in directions to go to the mall when I've been there a million times. It should come to me intuitively, easy, where I don't even have to think about it. Instead I worry over every turn, second-guess every highway sign—is it north or is it south, do I turn right here or is it the next one? I've never had to pay attention.

Mama sewed the hole up straight away. I didn't even know she could sew. I almost didn't trust her with it because she'd had half a bottle of wine with supper, but she did a good job.

Sometimes I wondered if we had rushed into getting married because we were both trying to prove something to the other and maybe even to ourselves. But then I think no, we truly did love each other. We truly did have the best of intentions. It, we, just weren't meant to be.

Tell me the truth. Does my hair look like shit? It doesn't, right? Gen's just a heinous troll. Right?" I hesitate the tiniest of beats. "Right.

No estoy segura de si dejó de estar enamorada de él o es que nunca lo estuvo. Enamorada, quiero decir.

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.

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.