How will I survive this missing? How do others do it? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are families all over the world staring at beds that are no longer slept in, shoes that are no… — 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? People die all the time. Every day. Every hour. There are families all over the world staring at… — 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
