Jenny Han Quotes - Page 2

Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.

I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it

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

There are moments in life that you wish with all your heart you could take back. Like, just erase from existence. Like, if you could, you'd erase yourself right out of existence too, just to make that moment not exist.

Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.

I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to-it's dizzy and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.

I've always loved the first day of school better than the last day of school. Firsts are best because they are beginnings.

I knew it in my bones. That this time was it. I had finally made my choice, and so had he. He let me go. I was relieved, which I expected. What I didn't expect was to feel so much grief.

And no matter what you do or how hard you try, you can’t stop yourself from dreaming.

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.

When a person you love dies, it doesn’t feel real. It’s like it’s happening to someone else. It’s someone else’s life. I’ve never been good with the abstract. What does it mean when someone is really truly gone?

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

There's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers. I try, I really do, but it's hard for me to accept this way of thinking. I'm always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life.

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 you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.

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 slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit.

There's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers.

Looking on the bright side of life never killed anybody.

I hate change more than almost anything.

Do you think there's a difference? Between belonging with and belonging to?

I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you.

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and know that they'll never feel the same way

Sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults.