Jenny Han Quotes
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Jenny Han Famous Quotes & Sayings
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There's an openness to his face, an innocence - a certain kind of niceness. It's the niceness that touches my heart the most.
I hoped I never saw him again. If I ever had to look at him again, if he looked at me the way he did that day, it would break me.
I still don't think it's pathetic to cry over someone. It just means you care about them deeply and you're sad.
How is a person supposed to prepare for what happens tomorrow when there's just no figuring out today?
My two great loves. I think I always knew I would be Belly Fisher one day. I just didn't know it was going to happen like this.
Is this your feller?"
"No, not really," I say, and Peter throws his arm around my shoulder and says, "Yes, sir. I'm her feller
"No, not really," I say, and Peter throws his arm around my shoulder and says, "Yes, sir. I'm her feller
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.
The non-dating type? What kind of type is that? A little mushroom who sits at home in a semidark room growing moss?
He drives off into the night and I'm still standing there with my fingers to my lips. Peter Kavinsky just kissed me.
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.
Lying here and looking up at the stars like this, it makes me feel like I'm lying on a planet. It's so wide. So infinite
-Belly Conklin
-Belly Conklin
I know now that I don't want to love or be loved in half measures. I want it all, and to have it all, you have to risk it all.
Im sure he was wearing it ironically. Besides, wearing an ascot doesn't make someone gay.I give him a look like 'Wow, so homophobic'.
I like you so much I don't know what to do with it. My heart beats so fast when I know I'm going to see you again.
I've heard people say that the more you like someone, the more you think they are beautiful even if you didn't think so in the beginning.
I don't want to be a girl who gets her heart broken, but I also don't really want to break boys' hearts.
I lie back down and close my eyes and imagine his arms are still around me, and that's how I fall asleep.
And grumbling, he does it, in front of everybody, which is how I know he is utterly and completely mine.
I wished I could stay forever, in this moment. Like in one of those plastic snowballs, one little moment frozen in time.
It's not fair for the girl. Guys have it easy. I'm sure they were all congratulating him, pounding him on the back for being such a stud.
My mother was good at that, making people feel normal. Safe. Like as long as she was there, nothing truly bad could happen.
She still has that freshman-year reputation though. She acts like she doesn't care, but I know she does, at least a little.
Although I'm tired, and it feels like years since I had a good night's rest, I can't bring myself to fall asleep. It's like I've forgotten how.
I wished for Conrad on every birthday, every shooting star, every lost eyelash, every penny in a fountain was dedicated to the one I loved.
There's no point in me going to mixers and getting attached to people when I'm only going to be there nine months. *
I don't know if i'll ever get you out of my system, not completely. I have ... this feeling. That you'll always be there. Here.
It was at that exact moment that I saw Peter walking down the hall toward me. He looked so good. He deserved his own background music.
I like the way he looks at me, like I am a wood nymph that he happened upon one day and just had to take home to keep.
I go up to my room to put the finishing touches on Margot's scrapbook and listen to only the slow songs from Dirty Dancing,
It was like coming home after you'd been gone a long, long time. It held a million promises of summer and of what just might be.
Thinking these kinds of thoughts, feeling these kinds of feelings, it's more than disloyal. I know that. It's downright traitorous.
The thought of Peter and John Ambrose McClaren in the same space together again is discomforting. Where would I even look?
Please, Peter. I know her well and so do you. Well, I did know her well. But I don't think people change at the core. They are who they are.
I remembered when he'd explained the concept of infinity to me. Immeasurable, one moment stretching out to the next.
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.