Jandy Nelson Quotes - Page 2

How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?

Was the sky always this shade of magenta?

When people fall in love, they burst into flames.

I can't shove the dark out of my way.

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?

I do not want to eat or drink, or i will lose the taste of you in my mouth

Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.

You are remaking the world, Noah. Drawing by drawing

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.

I'm in self-imposed exile, cradled between split branches, in my favorite tree in the woods behind school. I've been coming here every day at lunch, hiding out until the bell rings, whittling words into the branches with my pen, allowing my heart to break in private.

it's okay to be addicted to beauty," Mom says, all dreamy. "Emerson said 'beauty is God's handwriting.

Because how could he have done this?How could he have chosen to leave me here all alone?

Mom has a massive sunflower for a soul so big there's hardly any room in her for organs.

For the sun, stars, oceans, and all the trees, I’ll consider it.

Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it.

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.

I have to go," I say, helpless.What makes you say the opposite of what every cell in your body wants you to say?

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.

Reality is crushing. The world is a wrong-sized shoe. How can anyone stand it?

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.

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.

People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.

You have to see the miracles for there to be miracles.