Quotes by Jennifer Niven

I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time its the small things that count.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

What if life could be this way? Only the happy parts, none of the terrible, not even the mildly unpleasant. What if we could just cut out the bad and keep the good? This is what I want to do with Violet - give her only the good, keep away the bad, so that good is all we ever have around us.

You shouldnt spend all your time worrying about the love that leaves, because then you might overlook the love that was always there.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time its the small things that count. Everyones so busy waiting in the Waiting Place. If we stopped to remember that theres such a thing as a Purina Tower and a view like this, wed all be happier.

I walk through the black Indiana night, under a ceiling of stars, and think about the phrase elegance and euphoria, and how it describes exactly what I feel with Violet. For once, I dont want to be anyone but Theodore Finch, the boy she sees. He understands what it is to be elegant and euphoric and a hundered different people most of them flawed and stupid, part asshole, part screwup, part freak, a boy who wants to be easy for the folks around him so that he doesnt worry them and, most of all, easy for himself. A boy who belongs - here in the world, here in his own skin. He is exactly who I want to be and what I want my epitaph to say: The Boy Violet Markey Loves.

The future is uncertain, but that can be a good thing.

But what if hope had a threshold? What if there was a limit to it? What if each of us was only given a certain amount and mine was used up?

Were you planning to jump off?“Not on pizza day. Never on pizza day, which is one of the better days of the week.” I should mention that I am a brilliant deflector.

The world after a war is a good world, I told myself. A happy world. A secure world. In this world, I might do anything.

I’ve always thought you should be able to freeze time. This way you could hit the Pause button at a really good point in your life so that nothing changes

I run until time stops. Until my mind stops.

For a minute, I can feel it: the sense of peace as my mind goes quiet, like Im already dead. I am weightless and free. Nothing and no one to fear, not even myself.

She waves her arms at the world. Its all just time filler until we die.

Angry at him for leaving without a word, angry at myself for being so easy to leave and for not being enough to make him want to stick around.

I love the thrill of impending, weightless doom...

Who cares for Algebra?Who delights in solving math?I only want to live my lifeAlong the creative path.

Now, if you asked him what he was going to do with himself, hed tell you he guessed he might do anything he set his mind to. But hed say it in a far-off way, as if he didnt really mean it or care much at all.

Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other peoples words, not my own--my words are gone.