Jandy Nelson Quotes
And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.
And why do English people sound smarter than the rest of us? Like they should be awarded the Nobel Prize for a simple greeting?
Sometimes you think you know things, know things very deeply, only to realize you don't know a damn thing.
It’s never occurred to me that the stars are still up there shining even in the daytime when we can’t see them.
That's a misconception, Lennie. The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.
Being with boys is more dangerous for me than killing a cricket or having a bird fly into the house.
I have to go, " I say, helpless.What makes you say the opposite of what every cell in your body wants you to say?
it's okay to be addicted to beauty, " Mom says, all dreamy. "Emerson said 'beauty is God's handwriting.
Mom has a massive sunflower for a soul so big there's hardly any room in her for organs.
The worst thing that could ever happen to Noah has happened. He's become normal.
And I see that his brown eye has a splash of green in it and the green one a splash of brown. Like Cezanne painted them. Impressionist eyes.
Nor that he's regarding my face with the same intensity I am his. We're two paintings staring at each other across a room.
Are you an artist?""I'm a mess is what I am, " he says, holding on to the building for support. "A bloody mess. You 're the artist, mate." Then he's gone.
For the sun, stars, oceans, and all the trees, I’ll consider it.
The sky's gone blue: azure, the ocean bluer: cerulean, the trees are swirls of every hella freaking green on earth and bright thick eggy yellow is spilling over everything.
Because how could he have done this?How could he have chosen to leave me here all alone?
She's a people-mechanic and always knows when I'm malfunctioning.
There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds.
When I wear her clothes, I just feel safer, like she's whispering in my ear.
That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other.
I don't believe time heals. I don't want it to. If I heal, doesn't that mean I've accepted the world without her?
As I walk through the redwood trees, my sneakers sopping up days of rain, I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes, when grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.
I don't know how this can be but it can: A painting is both exactly rhe same and entirely different every single time you look at it.
Maybe a person is just made up of a lot of people, " I say. "Maybe we're accumulating these new selves all the time.
I look into his sorrowless eyes and a door in my heart blows open. And when we kiss, i see that on the other side of that door is sky.
Me would like an invisibility cloak to get the hell out of this mess.
I'm thinking the reason I've been so quiet all those years is only because Brian wasn't around yet for me to tell everything to.
In photographs of us together, she is always looking at the camera, and I am always looking at her.
Love does as it undoes. It goes after with equal tenacity: joy and heartbreak. Her happiness was his unhappiness and that's the unfair way it was.
They do make love stories for girls with black hearts after all. They go like this.
You can tell your story any way you damn well please.Its your solo.
The sky's always falling. Always. You'll see. People have no idea.
And it's just dawned on me that I might be the author of my own story, but so is everyone else the author of their own stories, and sometimes, like now, there's no overlap.
I tell you not to be timid. I tell you to make the choices, make the mistakes, big, terrible, reckless mistakes, really screw it all up. I tell you it is the only way.
The eye-roll is a 10.5 on the Ritcher. The Big One. California has slipped into the ocean.
Maybe what my sister wanted was to stay here and get married and have a family.Maybe that was her color of extraordinary.