Quotes from Jennifer Niven

It's not a lie if it's how you feel

Sometimes there's beauty in the harsh words - it's all about how you read them.

às vezes precisamos escrever nossos sentimentos, mas não necessariamente precisamos compartilhá-los

Don't you want to know where I'd go if I could?" Not really, I think. "Where would you go if you could go anywhere?" It comes out bitchier than I mean for it to. He leans forward over the handlebars, eyes on me. "I'd go to Hoosier Hill with a beautiful girl." A

To takie cudowne by? cudownym dla tego, kogo si? kocha..

Nie pami?ta si? dni, pami?ta si? chwile.

If anybody could have saved me, it would have been you.

Then you will shine among them like the stars in the sky.

I think of my own epitaph, still to be written, and all the places I'll wander. No longer rooted, but gold, flowing. I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me.

His hand is firm and warm, and somehow, big as it is, it fits with mine.

Everything has a built in ending

She and I have gotten to be kind of friendly, and that's making me very, very happy. Like stupidly happy. Like so-happy-my-friends-can't-stand-to-be-around-me happy.

but it's only when I'm awake that I think about dying.

I want you to know I am rooting for you. Sometimes you need to hear that, even from a stranger.

most of the time it's the small things that count

surrounded by people but alone.

I'm not a sh*tty person, but I'm about to do a sh*tty thing.

Violet says, 'Are you okay now?' Her hair is windblow and her cheeks are flushed. Whather she likes it or not, she seemes happy. I take a good long look at her.

this isn't a season of death but one of living

I was alive. I burned brightly. And then I died, but not really. Because someone like me cannot, will not, die like everybody else

Here's what I think: I think I've got a map in my car that wants to be used, and I think there are places we can go that need to be seen. Maybe no one else will ever visit them and appreciate them or take the time to think they're important, but maybe even the smallest places mean something. And, if not, maybe they can mean something to us. At the very least, by the time we leave, we know we will have seen it. So come on. Let's go. Let's count for something.

Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins.

Sometimes when we're in the darkest places we find the brightest light

the urge to be, to count for something, and, if death must come, to die valiantly, with acclamation—in short, to remain a memory.'