Quotes by Jennifer Niven

Its my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.

I’m sorry about Finch. He was a good, screwed up kid who should have had more help.” “I feel responsible.

I think about Finch and Sir Patrick Moore and black holes and blue holes and bottomless bodies of water and exploding stars and event horizons, and a place so dark that light cant get out once its in.

In those moments, none of it matters. It’s like that stuff is happening to someone else because all you feel is dark inside, and that darkness just kind of takes over. You don’t even really think about what might happen to the people you leave behind, because all you can think about is yourself.

Never bullshit a bullshitter.

I can be both of us at once so no one will have to miss her, most of all me. I I

Water is peaceful. I am at rest. In thewater, I am safe and pulled in where Ican’t get out. Everything slows down—the noise and the racing of my thoughts.

There arent many people who would say this about me, but the great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.

I dont want to tiptoe around her or him or you anymore. The only thing thats doing us making it harder for me to remember her. Sometimes i try to concentrate on her voice just so i can hear her again-The way she always said Hey there when she was in a good mood,An Vi-o-let when she was annoyed.For some reason, these are the easiest ones.I concentrate on them, and when i have them. I hold on to them because i dont ever want to forget how she sounded.Like it or not,She was here and now shes gone.But she doesnt have to be completely gone.

Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.

I thought of the pieces of me Id left behind, a piece here, a piece there, scattered like bread crumbs. How much of me was left?

You know, thats what youve been doing in a way--coming out. Coming out of your room. Coming out of your house. Coming out of your shell.

You make me lovely, and its so lovely to be lovely to the one I love...

Is today a good day to die?Is today the day?And if not today–when?

Too many people in this world think small is the best they can do. Not you, Libby Strout. You werent born for small! You dont know how to do small! Small is not in you!

May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul... You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

As long as you live, theres always something waiting; and even if its bad, what can you do? You cant stop living.

You are all the colours in one, at full brightness.

I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. Ive cried a few times, but mostly Im empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and laugh and love has been surgically removed, leaving me hollowed out like a shell.

A string of thoughts run through my head like a song I cant get rid of, over and over in the same order: I am broken. I am a fraud. I am impossible to love.