752 Quotes by Jenny Han

It’s scary how easy promises were broken.

Summer was what mattered. My whole life was measured in summers. Like I don’t really begin living until June, until I’m at that beach.

So much of love is chance. There’s something scary and wonderful about that.

We were never a thing, not really, but we almost were, and to me, that’s something.

And just like that, our little family grows bigger.

I didn’t want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.

It’s crazy, how similar we are. Here’s both of us, working through our stuff, trying to make something positive out of something really bad.

Dutifully I knock on the table. “What does knock on wood even mean?” Daddy perks up. “Actually, it’s thought to come from Greek mythology. According to Greek myths, dryads lived in trees, and people would invoke them for protection. Hence knocking on wood: just that added bit of protection so as not to tempt fate.

They’re not love letters in the strictest sense of the word. My letters are for when I don’t want to be in love anymore. They’re for good-bye. Because after I write my letter, I’m no longer consumed by my all-consuming love.