Lara Jean, I think you half-fall in love with every person you meet. It’s part of your charm. You’re in love with love.
I suppose you can’t hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.
There are two kinds of girls in this world. The kind who breaks hearts and the kind who gets her heart broken.
Peter will love Lara Jean with all his heart, always.
You have to let yourself be fully present in every moment. Just be awake for it, do you know what I mean? Go all in and wring every last drop out of the experience.
Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt... it’s all part of being in love.
I don’t think it was our time then. I guess it isn’t now, either.” John looks over at me, his gaze steady. “But one day maybe it will be.
Is this how it goes? You fall in love, and nothing seems truly scary anymore, and life is one big possibility?
I still don’t think it’s pathetic to cry over someone. It just means you care about them deeply and you’re sad.
Us,” Peter corrects. “I did it for us.” He links our fingers together. “It’s you and me, kid.
Because sometimes you just feel sad and you can’t explain it.
In memory, everything seems to happen to music.
If this is love, no thanks. I don’t want any part of it. When I’m older, I’m just going to do my own thing. If I like a boy, fine, I’ll date him, but I’m not going to sit at home and cry over him. I cry over important things.
Don’t let it happen to you, Lara Jean. Don’t get too serious to where things can’t go back. Be in love with Peter if you want, but be careful with your heart. Things feel like they’ll be forever, but they aren’t. Love can go away, or people can, without even meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed.
Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you.” “Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit. “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.” – MARGERY WILLIAMS.
One day all of this will be proof, proof that we were here, proof that we loved each other. It’s the guarantee that no matter what happens to us in the future, this time was ours. When.
If two people are meant to be, they’ll find their way to each other.
It could have happened lots of ways. But this is the way it happened. This is the path we took. This is our story.
He looks at you a lot. When you’re not paying attention. He looks at you, to see if you’re having a good time.
She always picked love; she always picked adventure. To her they were one and the same.