Every breath, every heartbeat, was one less until maybe things stopped hurting this much. — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“Was this love? Because it hurt. It felt like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important - his heart or his head.… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important--his heart or his head, and it… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
Death straps me to the hospital bed, claws its way onto my chest and sits there.I didn't know it would hurt this… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“Was this love? Because it hurt. It felt like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important - his heart or his head.… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“Sklupčam se u podnožju stubišta. To je mjesto gdje mačka sjedi kad hoće da se ljudi spotaknu preko nje. Uvijek sam htjela biti mačka.… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
It's as if a child with a brush and too much enthusiasm has been set free with a tin of black paint inside me. — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“I sit up in bed and watch her fiddle about in the back of my wardrobe. I think she's got a plan. That's what's… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
Life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end. — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
All I know is that I have two choices – stay wrapped in blankets and get on with dying, or get the list back… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“Hey, listen,' I say. " Fascinating as this is, we've got to go now. I have to collect the invites for my funeral." That… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
“Zatvaram oči i zamišljam da sam drvo okupano sunčevim svjetlom, da ne želim ništa osim kiše.” — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
Every breath, every heartbeat, was one less until maybe things stopped hurting this much. — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
