Quotes About Romance

Is this your feller?" "No, not really," I say, and Peter throws his arm around my shoulder and says, "Yes, sir. I'm her feller

What's a meet-cute?" Peter's lying on his side now, his head propped up on his elbow. He looks so adorable I could pinch his cheeks, but I refrain from saying so. His head is big enough as it is. "A meet-cute is when the hero and heroine meet for the very first time, and it's always in a charming way. It's how you know they're going to end up together. The cuter the better.

Smirky mouths make you want to kiss them, to smooth them out and kiss the smirkiness away.

When did you know you were in love?" I didn't have an answer to that question. There hadn't been one specific moment. It was like gradually waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It's a slow process, but when you're awake, there's no mistaking it.

He has the look of a Handsome Boy from a different time. He could be a dashing World War I soldier, handsome enough for a girl to wait years for him to come back from war, so handsome she could wait forever.

He definitely likes her," Kitty agrees, her mouth full. "He . . . he looks at you a lot, Lara Jean. When you're not paying attention. He looks at you, to see if you're having a good time.

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

He drives off into the night and I'm still standing there with my fingers to my lips. Peter Kavinsky just kissed me.

I like you so much I don't know what to do with it. My heart beats so fast when I know I'm going to see you again.

This is two romantic things in a row, so I figure I should praise him accordingly, because the boy responds well to positive reinforcement.

He kissed like he was drowning and I was air. It was passionate, and desperate, and like nothing I had ever experienced before. This was what people meant when they said the earth stopped turning. It felt like a world outside of that care, that moment, didn't exist. It was just us.

It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to—it's dizzy and foolish and fierce.

All of this love crap makes me want to puke.

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

He deserves background music, he looks so good.

She always picked love; she always picked adventure. To her, they were one and the same.

John nods. "So I gathered a bunch of sticks and some flowers and I arranged them into the letters FORMAL? in front of your window. But your dad came home while I was in the middle of it, and he thought I was going around cleaning people's yards. He gave me ten bucks, and I lost my nerve and I just went home.

The old pull, the tide drawing me back in. I kept getting caught in this current—first love, I mean. First love kept making me come back to this, to him. He still took my breath away, just being near him. I had been lying to myself the night before, thinking I was free, thinking I had let him go. It didn't matter what he said or did, I'd never let him go. I

So, how does he kiss?" I'm blushing. I tap my fingers on my lips before I say, "He kisses like ... like it could be his job.

but I suppose in matters of the heart, there's no predicting how a person will or won't behave.

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.

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

It's like we're in a movie and the music is swelling and waves are crashing around us.

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.