Jenny Han is an American novelist celebrated for her heartfelt young adult stories that explore friendship, identity, and the complexities of growing up. Her bestselling novels, including beloved series adapted into popular films and television, have resonated with readers across generations. Han's storytelling captures authentic emotions and meaningful relationships, inspiring young audiences to embrace their individuality and navigate life's changes with courage. Through her work, she has helped redefine contemporary young adult literature while empowering readers to believe in love, personal growth, and self-discovery.
"I don't think relationships are just physicality. There are ways to show you care about someone, not just using your lips... Or any other body part."
"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."
"And for a second, just for a second I forget. I forget that this isn't real."
"This is our life, there's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers."
"Kitty's always saying how origin stories are important.At college, when people ask us how we met, how will we answer them? The short story is, we grew up together. But that's more Josh's and my story. High school sweet-hearts? That's Peter and Gen's story. So what's ours, then?I suppose I'll say it all started with a love letter."
"It's funny how much of childhood is about proximity. Like who your best friend is is directly correlated to how close your houses are, who you sit next to in music is all about how close your names are in the alphabet. Such a game of chance."
"It could have happened lots of ways. But this is the way it happened. This is the path we took. This is our story."
"When it's finals week and you've been studying for five hours straight, you need three things to get you through the nigh.The biggest Slurpee you can find,half cherry half Coke.Pajama pants, the kind that have been washed so many times they are tissue-paper thin. And finally,dace breaks.Lots of dance breaks."
"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."
"I've never gotten a love letter before. But reading these notes like this, one after the other, it feels like I have. It's like . . . it's like there's only ever been Peter. Like everyone else that came before him, they were all to prepare me for this. 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. And Peter does. He sees me, and I see him."
"Sometimes it hurts to look at you, I said. I loved that I could say that and he knew exactly what I meant."
"I suppose you can't hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on."
"Is this how it goes? You fall in love, and nothing seems truly scary anymore, and life is one big possibility?"
"He smiled at me, and that smile -- he just gets in. His smile did it every time."
"Reeve shakes his head and exhales loudly. 'That's not what I'm saying and you know it! He looks away. 'Can you just . . . can you go get dressed and come with me and we'll talk about it later? My mom's expecting you."
"This is Karma. I'm a bitch. Can you think of anyone who deserves a bitch slap?'My phone buzzes again.'If so meet at Judy Blue Eyes, 2am. If not, sit back and enjoy the show."
"Wait!' he yelled.I didn't turn around, I walked faster. Then I heard him slam his fist on the hood of his car. I almost stopped.Maybe I would have if he'd followed me. But he didn't. He got in his car and he left, just like he said he would."
"I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything."
"I say, 'In the contract we said we wouldn't break each other's hearts. What if we do it again? Fiercely he says, 'What if we do? If we're so guarded, it's not going to be anything. Let's do it fucking for real, Lara Jean. Let's go all in. No more contract. No more safety net. You can break my heart. Do whatever you want with it."
"My favourite food is cake.What kind of cake?It doesn't matter. All cake."
"I'm always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken."
"People are gonna disappoint you sometimes. We're flawed creatures. Not one of us is perfect, not even you, and you've gotta let people mess up and then you've gotta forgive them. That's just life."
"I pat her on the head. 'Oh, naive little Kitten. Dear, foolish girl. This cookie is worth all this and more. Sit or you will not partake."
"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."
"You only know you can do something if you keep on doing it."
"I've fallen for the one person I shouldn't have. For the boy who broke Mary's heart. For Rennie's one true love. For Alex's best friend.It has to end here. Now."
"Smirking, he says, 'Whatever spell you just tried to cast on me, it didn't work, so I think you need to go back to Hogwarts."
"It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself."
"Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?"
"I wonder, though what would it be like? To be that close to a boy and have him see all of you, no holding back."
"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."
"This is two romantic things in a row, so I figure I should praise him accordingly, because the boy responds well to positive reinforcement."
"I delete the picture of him from my phone; I delete his number. I think that if I just delete him enough, it will be like none of it ever happened and my heart won't hurt so badly."
"That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough."
"She'd known me my whole life. It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing a part of yourself."
"I'm clenching my fists so tight my fingernails leave red crescent moons on my skin. I feel a surge, a heat roar up inside me. As bad as I'm hurting now, he'll hurt ten times worse. That's the only thing that keeps me going."
"I could feel my insides sink. My knees too. So I sat on the ground, against the wall, letting it support me. I thought I knew what heartbreak felt like. I thought heartbreak was me, standing alone at the prom. That was nothing. This, this was heartbreak. The pain in your chest, the ache behind your eyes. The knowing that things will never be the same again. It's all relative, I suppose. You think you know love, you think you know real pain, but you don't. You don't know anything."