Quotes About Romance

I want to see his name all fancy in calligraphy.

Conrad was the older one, by a year and a half. He was dark, dark, dark. Completely unattainable, unavailable. He had a smirky kind of mouth, and I always found myself staring at it. Smirky mouths make you want to kiss them, to smooth them out and kiss the smirkiness away. Or maybe not away… but you want to control it somehow. Make it yours. It was exactly what I wanted to do with Conrad. Make him mine.

When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her.

Quería a Conrad y probablemente siempre sería así. Me pasaría la vida entera amándolo, de una forma u otra. Puede que me acabara casando, que tuviese una familia, pero no importaría, porque una parte de mi corazón, la parte donde residía el verano, siempre pertenecería a Conrad [...] ¿Cómo hacerle entender que también había un trozo guardado para él? Fue el primer chico en decirme que era bonita.

He's a good kid. He's really taken with you, Lara Jean.

Do I only like the boys I can never have? I've always known Peter was out of my reach. I've always known he didn't belong to me. But tonight he said he liked me. The thing I've been hoping for, he said it. So why didn't I just tell him I liked him back when I had the chance? Because I do. I like him back. Of course I do. What girl wouldn't fall for Peter Kavinsky, handsomest boy of all the Handsome Boys. Now that I really know him, I know he's so much more than that.

We didn't know what was ahead of us then. We were just two teenagers, looking up at the sky on a cold February night. So no, he didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.

I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to be brave. I want...life to start happening. I want to fall in love and I want a boy to fall in love with me back.

Podría ser un gallardo soldado de la Primera Guerra Mundial, lo suficientemente guapo para que una chica esperara años por su regreso de la guerra, tan atractivo que ella podría esperar por siempre.

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 a gradual 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. There was no mistaking that I had been love.

My heart is pounding like a million trillion beats a minute as I scoot closer to him.

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.

So no, he didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity

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.

I never knew kissing could be this good

Det är den sortens kärlek som inte vet bättre och som inte vill veta bättre, den kärlek som gör en snurrig, knäpp och galen. Den sortens kärlek upplever man bara en gång.

Sometimes I like you so much I can't stand it. It fills up inside me, all the way to the brim, and I feel like I could overflow. 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. And then, when you look at me the way you do, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

You gave me my first love story, Peter. Please just don't let it be over yet.

We're you and me. And yeah, it's gonna be hard. But Lara Jean, I'll never feel for another girl what I feel for you." He says it with all the certainty only a teenage boy can have, and I have never loved him more than at this very moment.

I kiss him one more time and I feel like I'm flying.

I do know I can't get his Handsome Boy face out of my mind. The way he smirks when he says my name, how when he's near me I forget to breathe sometimes.

I've heard people say that the more you like someone, the more you think they are beautiful even if you didn't think so in the beginning.

he's never looked at another girl quite like this. And then I'm in his arms, and we're hugging and kissing, and we're both shaking, because we both know – this is the night we become real.

Please take me to Grand Central." The cab driver asked her where she was going so late at night, and she whispered back, "I'm meeting the boy I love there. His name is Alexia.