Quotes About Connection

I have a feeling that when I'm Stormy's age, these everyday moments will be what I remember: Peter's head bent, biting into a chocolate chip cookie; the sun coming through the cafeteria window, bouncing off his brown hair; him looking at me.

Underneath my lashes I watched him, and I thought,Come back. Be the you I love and remember

It's not all of a sudden," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "It's always.

There have been other girls. But they weren't her.

Josh Sanderson, I liked you first. By all rights, you were mine. And if it had been me, I'd have packed you in my suitcase and taken you with me, or, you know what, I would have stayed. I would never have left you. Not in a million years, not for anything.

Hearing him say it now, that is was my birthday present, touched me in the last place I wanted him to touch me. My heart.

He texts back: I love you. I'm starting to text back, I love you, too, when my phone rings. It's Peter's house number, and I answer it eagerly. "I love you, too," I say. There is surprised silence on the other end, then a little laugh to cover it up. "Hi, Lara Jean. This is Peter's mom.

And in the end, he would become a memory, pressed in my heart like a leaf in my book.

It's crazy, how similar we are. Here's both of us, working through our stuff, trying to make something positive out of something really bad.

She wanted letters. Real letters written in his handwriting on actual paper that she could hold and keep and read whenever the mood struck her. They were proof, solid and tangible, that someone was thinking about her.

I could fall in love with you so easily. I'm halfway there already. You're so perfect in my memory, and you're perfect now. It's like I dreamed you into being. Of all the boys, you're the one I would pick.

To love a boy, to have him love you back. It feels miraculous.

When he backed away, his pupils were huge and unfocused. He blinked, and then he cleared his throat. "Belly," he said, and his voice was foggy. He didn't say anything else, just my name. "Do you still--" Care. Think about me. Want me. Roughly, he said, "Yes. Yes, I still." And then we were kissing again.

I sank onto the deck. My heart was pounding a million trillion times a minute. I never felt more alive. Anger, sadness, joy. He made me feel it all. No one else had that kind of effect on me. No one.

I wonder, though…what would it be like? To be that close to a boy and have him see all of you, no holding back.

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

When that piece makes sense, everything else starts to.

I knew that now—that love wasn't something you could do away with, no matter how hard you tried.

I put my freezing hands on his cheeks and instead of pushing them away, he said, "Ahh, feels good." I laughed and said, "That's because you're coldhearted." He put my hands in his coat pockets and said in a voice so soft I wondered if I heard him right, "For everyone else, maybe. But not for you.

Necesito que sepas que pase lo que pase, ha valido la pena para mí. Estar junto a ti, amarte. Siempre valió la pena.

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.

Is this how people lose touch? I didn't think that could happen with sisters. Maybe with other people, but never us.

We smile at each other and I feel that wonderful sensation of being known by someone.

I don't want to.. you know, fall for you any worse than I already have.