... if you're someone who knows the worst thing can happen at any time, aren't you also someone who knows the best… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
I know the expression love bloomed is metaphorical, but in my heart in this moment, there is one badass flower, captured in… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I'm watching it burn right to the ground. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
According to all the experts, it's time for me to talk about what I'm going through... I can't. I'd need a new… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
I do have a tendency to want to go back to school at all times in my life. Maybe I'll do the… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“Before he finally hops on his borad, he hugs me good-bye and we hold on to each other so tightly under the… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
For the first time in our lives, I’m somewhere she can’t find, and I don’t have the map to give her that… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
Second novels are bears. As are other people's expectations for them. I think taking the time you need with the second book… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“What if there was a time when I was going through hell too, but I didn't have the courage to keep going?… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
This is what I want: I want to grab my brother’s hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling… — 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
“Each time someone dies, a library burns by John Lennon "the Sky is everywhere” — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“We hold on to each other so tightly under the sad, starless sky that for a moment I feel as if our… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“I drop on my back on the bed, panting and sweating. How will I survive this missing? How do others do it?… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
... 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 Image
“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 Image
Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath. — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
