Top 133 Quotes & Sayings by Jenny Han - Page 2

My sister and I are really close. She's my little sister.

I think that sometimes we put undue pressure on stories featuring people of color, and I hope we get to a point where it's not such a rarity to see a person of color be the hero of a story, so that it can just be a story and not have to carry so much weight.

When you handwrite something, you're writing your most raw, pure thoughts. If you want to change it, then you have to mark it out, and people can see you laboring over that thought. I think even the act of hand, pen, and paper is much more intimate than with a computer screen.

Just like Lara Jean in my book 'To All the Boys I've Loved Before,' I used to write letters to boys I was in love with - letters full of emotion and longing and also recrimination - but they were for my eyes only.

The books you read as a young person are books that stay with you forever. I think that is the biggest privilege of writing for young people. You feel like you can help shape somebody.

I had a bulletin board in my bedroom with every picture of Leo ever taken - keep in mind, this was pre-'Titanic' and pre-Us Weekly, practically pre-Internet. I had to buy 'The Leonardo DiCaprio Album' and cut out my favorite pics.

Sometimes you don't know what a book is about until you are finished with it and you're talking about it.

When I get an email from someone who says, 'Your book was the first book I ever read,' or, 'Your book is what made me love reading,' it's just such an honor.

When you write something by hand, there's a sort of intimacy that is just intrinsic to that act. You don't get to delete something in the same way, where it's like it was never there.

You don't have to you change yourself for somebody else to like you.

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

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.

But the little things are what make up life

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

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.

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.

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.

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

Here's something else, something important: Love is not transactional. It is not a bank account, you don't always get what you put in. Sometimes you put in so much and get very little return on your investment, at least that you can see right away.

Things couldn't stay the same forever.

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.

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

Best friends are important. They're the closest thing to a sister you'll ever have.

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.

Firsts are best because they are beginnings

For me there was-is-nothing better than walking on the beach late at night. It feels like you could walk forever, like the whole night is yours and so is the ocean. When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life. In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.

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

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

Life doesn't have to be so planned. Just roll with it and let it happen.

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

It's the imperfections that make things beautiful.

You can't put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren't.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

It's a known fact, that in life, you can't have everyhing. In my heart, I knew that I loved them both as much as it is possible to love two people at the same time. Conrad and I were linked, we would always be linked. That wasn't something I could do away with. And I know that now--that love isn't something you can erase--no matter how hard you try.

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

It's scary how easy promises were broken.

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

Sometimes it’s like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It’s like you see them through a special lens—but maybe if it’s how you see them,that’s how they really are.It’s like the whole tree falling in the forest thing.

It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.

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.

You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.

To belong to someone - I didn't know it, but now that I think about, it seems like that's all I've ever wanted. To really be somebody's, and to have them be mine.

It's a lot of responsibility to hold a person's heart in your hands.

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?

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. a burn for a burn. a life for a life. that's how all this got started. and that's how it's going to end.

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 loved the feeling of talking and having somebody really listen to what I have to say. It was like a high or something.

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.

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.

Looking on the bright side of life never killed anybody.