All Jandy Nelson Quotes
- 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 jumps… Batting
- There once was a girl who found herself dead. She peered over the ledge of heaven and saw that back on earth her sister missed… Boy
- The Color Of Extraordinary. Color
- I gasp, because Isn't that just exactly what I've been doing too: writing poems and scattering them to the winds with the same hope as… Been
- My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part… All
- But then I think about my sister and what a shell-less turtle she was and how she wanted me to be one too. C'mon, Lennie,… Better
- When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky All
- The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists? Candide
- I know the expression love bloomed is metaphorical, but in my heart in this moment, there is one badass flower, captured in time-lapse photography, going… Badass
- It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was. Colossal
- He doesn’t have to say it, i feel it too; it’s not subtle - like every bell for miles and miles is ringing at once,… All
- This is our story to tell. You’d think for all the reading I do, I would have thought about this before, but I haven’t. I’ve… All
- Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris. Fallen
- I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks? Always Imagined
- All her knowledge is gone now. Everything she ever learned, or heard, or saw. Her particular way of looking at Hamlet or daisies or thinking… All
- grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us… Air
- Each time someone dies, a library burns. Burns
- Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her… All
- The. World. Is. Not. A. Safe. Place. Inspirational
- The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air. Air