Jenny Han Quotes

It's the imperfections that make things beautiful

I didn't have that kind of friendship, the forever kind of friendship that will last your whole life through, no matter what.

I look at Kitty, who's braiding Chris's hair in microbraids. She's being extra quiet so we forget she's here and don't kick her out. 'I think that as long as you're ready and it's what you want to do and you're protecting yourself, then it's okay and you should do what you want to do.'Margot says, 'Society is far too caught up in shaming a woman for enjoying sex and applauding a man. I mean, all of the comments are about how Lara Jean is a slut, but nobody's saying anything about Peter, and he's right there with her. It's a ridiculous double standard.

I suppose you can't hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.

When she leaned forward to mess with the AC vents, her hair brushed against my leg and it was really soft. It made remember all over again. It made it hard to stay pissed and keep her at arm's length the way I'd planned. It was pretty near damn impossible. When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her. Maybe then she'd forget about my asshole of a brother.

If two people are meant to be, they'll find their way to each other.

If people knew you, they would love you." He sounds matter-of-fact.Josh, you break my heart. And you're a liar.Because you know me, you know me better than almost anybody, and you don't love me.

Smirking, he says, "Whatever spell you just tried to cast on me, it didn't work, so I think you need to go back to Hogwarts.

The thought of Peter and John Ambrose McClaren in the same space together again is discomforting. Where would I even look?

But what now? What am I supposed to do with all these feelings?

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

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.

How was I supposed to know what’s real and what’s not? It feels like I’m the only one who doesn’t know the difference.

I delete the picture of him from my phone; I delete his number. I think that if I just delete him enough, it will be like none of it ever happened and my heart won't hurt so badly

Don’t marry him. Don’t be with him. Be with me.

There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradualy 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 it had been love.

Never say no when you really want to say yes.

I’m clenching my fists so tight my fingernails leave red crescent moons on my skin. I feel a surge, a heat roar up inside me. As bad as I’m hurting now, he’ll hurt ten times worse. That’s the only thing that keeps me going.