Quotes About Love

was afraid my love for him and my need for him to say yes would be written on my face like a poem.

What are you up to tonight, bean?" my mother asked me. I loved it when she called me bean. It reminded me of being six years old and falling asleep in her bed.

Lara Jean, I think you half-fall in love with every person you meet. It's part of your charm. You're in love with love.

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

Margot, I think I could be a person who is in love with more than one person at a time." "You? Lara Jean, I think you half-fall in love with every person you meet. It's part of your charm. You're in love with love." That doesn't seem like such a bad way to be.

might be my imagination, but I think I hear his heart beating. His is beating and mine feels like it's breaking.

Ver a Conrad proteger a Jeremiah me hizo sentir una oleada de amor por él; sentí que la ola de mi pecho me inundaba.

How did I tell him that there was a piece saved for him, too?

That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them that you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

It had always been Conrad.

La cuestión era que tanto si me apartaba como si me empujaba hacia él, yo seguía yendo en la misma dirección. Hacia Conrad.

Susannah told me that when I was born, she knew I was destined for one of her boys. She said it was fate. My mother, who didn't normally go in for that kind of thing, said it would be perfect, as long as I'd had at least a few loves before I settled down. Actually, she said "lovers," but that word made me cringe. Susannah put her hands on my cheeks and said, "Belly, you have my unequivocal blessing. I'd hate to lose my boys to anyone else.

Me ponía tan difícil el no quererle. Cuando era tan dulce, rememoraba el porqué. Por qué le había amado, quiero decir. Me acordaba de todo.

I want to see his name all fancy in calligraphy.

Me pregunté si era así como morían los antiguos amores, agotados, con lentitud, y de repente, como si nada, dejaban de existir.

Porque la verdad era que cuando miraba a Conrad lo único que sentía era un anhelo que nunca desaparecía. El mismo de siempre.

Observando cómo servía esos huevos terribles fingiendo no estar triste, pensé para mí: «Voy a amar a este chico para siempre».

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

What it must be like, to have a boy like you so much he cries for you?

Me pregunté si sería posible borrar el dolor de alguien con un beso. Porque eso era justo lo que quería hacer, arrancar toda su tristeza y llevármela, consolarle, conseguir que regresase el chico que yo conocía.

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.

és elt?n?dtem, vajon így múlik-e el a régi szerelem: lassan, panaszosan, aztán egyszer csak teljesen.

Then I reached across, and I took his hand and laced my fingers around his. It felt like the most right thing I'd done in a long time.

I still love you and that's a really huge problem for me and it's also a really huge surprise. I swear I didn't know. All this time. I thought I was over it.