Jenny Han Quotes about Love

I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.

It's the imperfections that make things beautiful.

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.

But just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they'd been there all along. All that time. I had to face it.

He didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.

Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.

Things couldn't stay the same forever.

Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.

In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.

How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don't. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.

Victory is a thousand times sweeter when you're the underdog.

I will never look at you in the same way ever again. I'll never be that girl again. The girl who comes running back every time you push her away, the girl who loves you anyway.

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.

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 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.

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

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.

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.

You'd rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.

Seventeen's not so young. A hundred years ago people got married when they were practically our age." "Yeah, that was before electricity and the Internet. A hundred years ago eighteen-year-old guys were out there fighting wars with bayonets and holding a man's life in their hands! They lived a lot of life by the time they were our age. What do kids our age know about love and life?