Reality is crushing. The world is a wrong-sized shoe. How can anyone stand it? — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
... every available inch of his face busts into a smile - whoa. Has he blown into our school on a gust… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
There once was a girl who found herself dead. She peered over the ledge of heaven and saw that back on earth… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
Or maybe a person is just made up of a lot of peopleMaybe we’re accumulating these new selves all the time. Hauling… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
How will I survive this missing? How do others do it? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
Or maybe a person is just made up of a lot of peopleMaybe we’re accumulating these new selves all the time. Hauling them in… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
“How can people die when you’re in a fight with them? When you’re smack in the middle of hating them? When absolutely nothing between… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
... if you're someone who knows the worst thing can happen at any time, aren't you also someone who knows the best thing can… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
“I want my sister. I want to hurl a building at God. I take a breath and exhale with enough force to blow the… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
“Una y otra vez, día tras día, me esforcé por ser vista. Solo quería que me prestara atención, no que me dejara tirada en… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
He murmers into my hair, "Forget what I said earlier, let's stick with this, I might not survive anything more." I laugh. Then he… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
“Listen to me. It takes a lot of courage to be true to yourself, true to your heart. You always have been very brave… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
Sometimes you think you know things, know things very deeply, only to realize you don't know a damn thing. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
“I'd been making desicions for days. I picked out the dress Bailey would wear forever- a black slinky one- innapropriate- that she loved. I… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share
