Locket Necklace Quotes

.."Find something that reminds you of Jack..." "Like what?" "The two of you were lovey-dovey. Didn't he ever give you.. I don't know... a heart shaped locket necklace?" "No." "A teddy? With a T-shirt that says I LOVE YOU BEARY MUCH? I rolled my eyes. "No. He wasn't like that.

In her hand was a necklace with a small oval pendant, a half of a locket engraved with one of the same symbols from the mirror frame—what Quinn saw as rolling waves. ~ "The Mirror

Hold your hands out,” Peter prompts. I look at John one more time before I obey, and Peter pulls something out of his pocket and drops it into my palms. My heart locket. “It’s yours.” Slowly I say, “I thought you returned the necklace to your mom’s store.” “Nope. Wouldn’t look right on another girl.” I blink. “Peter, I can’t accept this.” I try to give it back, but he shakes his head; he won’t take it. “Peter, please.” “No. When I get you back, I’m gonna put that necklace back around your neck and pin you.” He tries to hold my eyes with his own. “Like the 1950s. Remember, Lara Jean?

That’s not the only present I brought you. It’s not even the best one.” He peels away from me and pulls a little velvet jewelry box out of his backpack. I gasp. Pleased, he says, “Hurry up and open it already.” “Is it a pin?” “It’s better.” My hands fly to my mouth. It’s my necklace, the heart locket from his mom’s antique store, the very same necklace I admired for so many months. At Christmas when Daddy said the necklace had been sold, I thought it was gone from my life forever. “I can’t believe it,” I whisper, touching the diamond chip in the middle. “Here, let me put it on for you.” I lift my hair up, and Peter comes around and fastens the necklace around my neck. “Can I even accept this?” I wonder aloud. “It was really expensive, Peter! Like, really really expensive.” He laughs. “I know how much it cost. Don’t worry, my mom cut me a deal. I had to sign over a bunch of weekends to driving the van around picking up furniture for the store, but you know, no biggie. It’s whatever, as long as you’re into it.” I touch the necklace. “I am! I’m so, so into it." Surreptitiously I look around the cafeteria. It’s a petty thought, a small thought, but I wish Genevieve were here to see this. “Wait, where’s my valentine?” Peter asks me. “It’s in your locker,” I say. Now I’m sort of wising I didn’t listen to Kitty and let myself go a little overboard this first Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend. With Peter. Oh, well. At least there are the cherry turnovers still warm in my backpack. I’ll give them all to him. Sorry, Chris and Lucas and Gabe.

Oggi, this is my mother,' she said, carefully forming her words. Oggi dropped the locket and sprang back as if she'd pinched him. 'What...' His face was frozen in surprise. 'Alice, you spoke? You're speaking? What? You can talk?' Alice giggled. She'd forgotten how good it felt to laugh. 'She speaks!' Oggi stood up, running in circles around them. Alice closed the locket and slipped the necklace over her head. When Oggi came to a stop, he doubled over, his hands on his knees. 'Time for birthday breakfast?' he gasped. 'Yes, please,' she said, shyly. 'She said "Yes, please"!' Oggi laughed. 'The crowd goes wild!' He cupped his mouth with his hands and cheered. 'Alice, this is the best birthday ever and it's not even mine.