Jenny Han

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

It's the imperfections that make things beautiful.

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.

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.

You'd rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a real person.

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

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.

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.

People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they’re not. There’s no telling how long you will have them near.

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

In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.