Jenny Han is an American author of young adult fiction. She wrote The Summer I Turned Pretty trilogy and the To All the Boys I've Loved Before series.
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.
Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.
You can't put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren't.
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.
It's a lot of responsibility to hold a person's heart in your hands.
Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.
It's scary how easy promises were broken.
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
When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don't kick him on the ground.
If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years.
Sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults.
We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.
It's the imperfections that make things beautiful.
But the little things are what make up life
Victory is a thousand times sweeter when you're the underdog.
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
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?
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?
Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?
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.