Top quotes by Jandy Nelson

I do find the sibling connection endlessly fascinating, as I do all family dynamics. I like how siblings seem to create their own parentless mini-civilization within a family, one that has its own laws, myths, language, humor, its own loyalties and treacheries. Votes: 26

For me, there's nothing better than getting immersed in a sprawling, epic, multi-generational family saga, and 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' by Gabriel Garcia Marquez is the most sprawling, epic, and multi-generational of them all. Votes: 20

Second novels are bears. As are other people's expectations for them. I think taking the time you need with the second book is key. Writers spend years and years on their first novels and then are often expected to turn out a second at warp speed, a recipe for failure. Votes: 12

I have had this longstanding interest in going back to school to get a Ph.D. in art history. I was especially interested in exploring this idea of the ecstatic impulse in an artist. Votes: 12

You can tell your story any way you damn well please.Its your solo. Votes: 10

And why do English people sound smarter than the rest of us? Like they should be awarded the Nobel Prize for a simple greeting? Votes: 10

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, she used to say to me at least ten times a day. C'mon Len. And that makes me feel better, like it's her life rather than her death that is now teaching me how to be, who to be. Votes: 8

I love art, and it plays a huge role in my life. It's definitely one of my greatest joys, and I'm a bit fanatical about certain painters and poets and musicians and sculptors. Votes: 7

... every available inch of his face busts into a smile - whoa. Has he blown into our school on a gust of wind from another world? The guy looks unabashedly jack-o'-lantern happy, which couldn't be more foreign to the sullen demeanor most of us strove to perfect. Votes: 7

People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing. Votes: 7

I do have a tendency to want to go back to school at all times in my life. Maybe I'll do the Ph.D. in art history when I'm 50, or maybe divinity school. I like teaching, too. Votes: 6

I grew up with older brothers, adore them, can't imagine going through life without them, and I definitely think I draw on that love when I'm writing about siblings. It's so powerful, the jump-in-front-of-a-train-to-protect-them kind of love. Votes: 6

The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists? Votes: 6

When I'm with him, there is someone with me in my house of grief, someone who knows its architecture as I do, who can walk with me, from room to sorrowful room, making the whole rambling structure of wind and emptiness not quite as scary, as lonely as it was before. Votes: 6

My grandmother thinks it's really funny to put all sorts of things in our - my lunch. I never know what'll be inside: e.e. cummings, flower petals, a handful of buttons. She seems to have lost sight of the original purpose of the brown bag." - Lennie "Or maybe she thinks other forms of nourishment are more important." - Joe Votes: 5

Big's voice trumpets, as if from stage or pulpit; his words carry weight, even pass the salt comes out of his mouth in a thou-shalt-Ten-Commandments kind of way. Votes: 4

I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth. Votes: 4

Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth? Votes: 4

When people fall in love, they burst into flames. Votes: 4

That's a misconception, Lennie. The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet. Votes: 4

This is it--what all the hoopla is about, what Wuthering Heights is about--it all boils down to this feeling rushing through me in this moment with Joe as our mouths refuse to part. Who knew all this time I was one kiss away from being Cathy and Juliet and Elizabeth Bennet and Lady Chatterley!? Votes: 3

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 from bud to wild radiant blossom in ten seconds flat. Votes: 2

She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps." Votes: 1

I can't shove the dark out of my way. Votes: 1

I have a very low eerie threshold. Votes: 1

Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it. Votes: 1

I look into his sorrowless eyes and a door in my heart blows open. And when we kiss, i see that on the other side of that door is sky. Votes: 1

She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps. Votes: 1

Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good. Votes: 1

No hot guys should be allowed to have an English accent and drive a motorcycle. Not to mention wear the leather jacket or sport the cool shades. Hot guys should be forced into footie pajamas. Votes: 0

I could step out of this sad life like it's an old sorry dress. Votes: 0

I am insanely superstitious. All the woman in my family are, beginning with my grandmother, who would leave red ribbons under the beds and taught us how to find four-leaf clovers. Votes: 0

Sometimes you think you know things, know things very deeply, only to realize you don't know a damn thing. Votes: 0

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 of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how it is. 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 by living with daring and spirit and joy. Votes: 0

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 longer worn. Families that no longer have to buy a particular cereal, a kind of shampoo. There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds. For years. For their whole lives. I don't believe time heals. I don't want it to. If I heal, doesn't that mean I've accepted the world without her? Votes: 0

The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet. Votes: 0

Who wants to know that the person you love and need the most can just vanish forever Votes: 0

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 as we make choices, good and bad, as we screw up, step up, lose our minds, find our minds, fall apart, fall in love, as we grieve, grow, retreat from the world, dive into the world, as we make things, as we break things. Votes: 0

We were all heading for each other on a collision course, no matter what. Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story. Votes: 0

How can the word love, the word life, even fit in the mouth? Votes: 0

What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens? Votes: 0

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 grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping grief is a house where no on can protect you where the younger sister will grow older than the older one where the doors no longer let you in or out Votes: 0

I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen. Votes: 0

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 by living with daring and spirit and joy. Votes: 0

He's bent over the strings tuning his guitar with such passionate attention I almost feel I should look away but I can't. In fact I'm full on gawking wondering what it would be like to be cool and casual and fearless and passionate and so freaking alive just like he is- and for a split second I want to play with him. I want to disturb the birds. Later as he plays and plays as all the fog burns away I think he's right. That's exactly it- I am crazy sad and somewhere deep inside all I want is to fly. Votes: 0

Dreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn't know dreams could hide inside a person. Votes: 0

I have an impulse to write all over the orange walls- I need an alphabet of endings ripped out of books, of hands pulled off of clocks, of cold stones, of shoes filled with nothing but wind. Votes: 0

How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind? Votes: 0

Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story. Votes: 0

This is the secret I kept from you, Bails, from myself too: I think I liked that Mom was gone, that she could be anybody, anywhere, doing anything. I liked that she was our invention, a woman living on the last page of the story with only what we imagined spread out before her. I liked that she was ours, alone. Votes: 0

The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air. Votes: 0

The. World. Is. Not. A. Safe. Place. Votes: 0

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was. Votes: 0

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 her too much, was way too sad, so she crossed some paths that would not have crossed, took some moments in her hand shook them up and spilled them like dice over the living world. It worked. The boy with the guitar collided with her sister. "There you go, Len," she whispered. "The rest is up to you. Votes: 0

[Lennie meets Joe - he works out that she was named after John Lennon] I nod. "Mom was a hippie." This is northern Northern California after all - the final frontier of freakerdom. Just in the eleventh grade we have a girl named Electricity, a guy named Magic Bus, and countless flowers: Tulip, Begonia, and Poppy - all parent-given-on-the-birth-certificate names. Tulip is a two-ton bruiser of a guy who would be the star of out football team if we were the kind of school that has optional morning meditation in the gym Votes: 0

I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me. Votes: 0

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 up, finds my wrists, and pins them over my head. "Yeah, right. Totally joking, I want to do everything with you, whenever you're ready, I'm the one, promise?" He's above me, batting and grinning like a total hooplehead. "I promise," I say. "Good. Glad that's decided." He raises an eyebrow. "I'm going to deflower you, John Lennon. Votes: 0

When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky Votes: 0

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 Gram that someone, someday, somewhere might understand who I am, who my sister was, and what happened to us. Votes: 0

Life's a freaking mess. In fact, I'm going to tell Sarah we need to start a new philosophical movement: messessentialism instead of existentialism: For those who revel in the essential mess that is life. Because Gram's right, there's not one truth ever, just a bunch of stories, all going on at once, in our heads, in our hearts, all getting in the way of each other. It's all a beautiful calamitous mess. It's like the day Mr. James took us into the woods and cried triumphantly, "That's it! That's it!" to the dizzying cacophony of soloing instruments trying to make music together. That is it. Votes: 0

Each time someone dies, a library burns. Votes: 0

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 about love, all her private intricate thoughts, her inconsequential secret musings "“ they're gone too. I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I'm watching it burn right to the ground. Votes: 0

I always imagined music trapped inside my clarinet, not trapped inside of me. But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks? Votes: 0

Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris. Votes: 0

The Color Of Extraordinary. Votes: 0

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 never once thought about the interpretative, the story telling aspect of life, of my life. I always felt like I was in a story, yes, but not like I was the author of it, or like I had any say in its telling whatsoever. Votes: 0

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, loud and clanging, hungry ones and tiny, happy, chiming ones, all of them sounding off in this moment. I put my hands around his neck, pull him to me, and then he's kissing me hard and so deep, and i am flying, sailing, soaring"¦ Votes: 0

There were once two sisters who were not afriad of the dark because the dark was full of the other's voice across the room, because even when the night was thick and starless they walked home together from the river seeing who could last the longest without turning on her flashlight, not afraid because sometimes in the pitch of night they'd lie on their backs in the middle of the path and look up until the stars came back and when they did, they'd reach their arms up to touch them and did. Votes: 0

Take a (second or third or fourth) chance. Remake the world, Votes: 0

Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a house you've been in before - you will recognize the furniture, the pictures on the wall,the books on the shelves, the contents of drawers: You could find your way around in the dark if you had to. Votes: 0

It's never occurred to me that the stars are still up there shining even in the daytime when we can't see them. Votes: 0

Reality is crushing. The world is a wrong-sized shoe. How can anyone stand it? Votes: 0

I didn't know love felt like this, like turning into brightness. Votes: 0

If bad luck knows who you are, become someone else. Votes: 0

At least, the sun had the decency to stay the hell away from us. Votes: 0

We wish with our hands, that's what we do as artists. Votes: 0

In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not. Votes: 0

grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping Votes: 0

I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe. Votes: 0

The first thing I notice is the sky, so full of blue and the kind of brilliant white clouds that make you ecstatic to have eyes. Nothing can go wrong under this sky... Votes: 0

That's exactly it"”I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly. Votes: 0

It's as if someone vacuumed up the horizon while we were looking the other way. Votes: 0

Music: what life, what living itself sounds like. Votes: 0

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes part of you, step for step, breath for breath. Votes: 0

And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks. Votes: 0

... 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 happen at any time too? Votes: 0

He smiles and takes his index finger and presses it to my lips, leaves it there until my heart lands on Jupiter: three seconds, then removes it, and heads back into the living room. Whoa - well, that was either the dorkiest or sexiest moment of my life, and I'm voting for sexy on account of my standing here dumbstruck and giddy, wondering if he did kiss me after all. Votes: 0

I don't know how the heart withstands it. Votes: 0

But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks? Votes: 0

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 leads to me. Votes: 0

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 alphabet, one made of falling, of tectonic plates shifting, of the deep devouring dark. Votes: 0

Life's a freaking mess"¦ there's not one truth ever, just a bunch of stories, all going on at once, in our heads, in our hearts, all getting in the way of each other. It's all a beautiful calamitous mess. Votes: 0

This is what I want: I want to grab my brother's hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders. Votes: 0

You have to see the miracles for there to be miracles. Votes: 0

It's time for second chances. It's time to remake the world. Votes: 0

Years ago, I was crashed in gram's garden and Big asked me what I was doing. I told him I was looking up at the sky. He said, "That's a misconception, Lennie, the sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet. Votes: 0

I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I'm watching it burn right to the ground. Votes: 0

I'm layering away: sauce, noodles, I belong to you, cheese, sauce, my heart is yours, noodles, cheese, I hear your soul in your music, cheese, cheese, CHEESE... Votes: 0