Quotes About Longing

I didn't fully comprehend what a big part of my life he'd become. He'd become so... familiar to me. And not he's just gone. Not gone, still here, just not available to me, which might be even worse.

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

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.

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

I always wondered what the boys looked like in December. I tried to picture them in cranberry-colored scarves and turtleneck sweaters, rosy-cheeked and standing beside a Christmas tree, but the image always seemed false. I did not know the winter Jeremiah or the winter Conrad, and I was jealous of everyone who did. I got flip-flops and sunburned noses and swim trunks and sand.

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

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.

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

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.

A part of me is already homesick for them. Another part of me is so, so excited to take this next step, and I never thought I would be, not after things didn't turn out the way I'd hoped.

I didn't want to make the same mistakes my parents made. I didn't want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.

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.

I want someone else. It feels strange to have spent so much time wishing for something, for someone, and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.

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 someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slips out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit. That's why can't save them up like that.

The only person I wanted was Susannah. She was the only one. And then I had a thought, clear as day. I would never be somebody's favorite again. I would never be a kid again, not in the same way. That was all over now. She was really gone.

You only like guys you don't have a shot with, because you're scared. What are you scared of?

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.

You only like guys you don't have a shot with, because you're scared. What are you so scared of?

Suddenly I was struck with the strangest sensation, of wanting, needing, to reach out and touch his cheek with the back of my hand. So he would know, so he would feel exactly how much those words meant to me. Because sometimes words were so pitifully inadequate, and I knew that, but I had to try anyway.

I wish I could come with you." Kitty pouts. "You're nicer than Lara Jean.

For someone who's over Genevieve, he sure does talk about her a lot. Though it's not just him. I was thinking about her too. Even when she's not here, she's here. That girl has some kind of reach.

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