To All the Boys I've Loved Before (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, #1)

by Jenny Han

It’s scary when it’s real. When it’s not just thinking about a person, but, like, having a real live person in front of you, with, like, expectations. And wants.”

Can’t take it with you, you know.” “You mean when you die?” I whisper. He glares at me. “No. I mean to the nursing home.”

“Whatever spell you just tried to cast on me, it didn’t work, so I think you need to go back to Hogwarts.”

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. That’s why you can’t save it all up like that.

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