Quotes from Jennifer Niven

Don't get me wrong – I'd rather be here than dead – but sometimes I feel that everything that, like, makes me up has gone away.

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

and I laugh like nothing every happened. I feel normal again, whatever that is.

As long as you live, there's always something waiting.

Tersesat bukan masalah, asal kau menemukan jalan pulang. Tapi dalam mempelajari semua itu aku melewatkan sesuatu yang lebih penting. Melihat Finch.

You make me happy, Whenever you're around I'm safe inside your smile, You make me handsome, Whenever I feel my nose just seems a bit too round, You make me special, and God knows I've longed to be that kind of guy to have around, You make me love you, And that could be the great thing my heart was ever fit to do....

I curl up on my bed, propped against my pillows, books spread across the comforter. Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own—my words are gone. Right now, I'm into the Brontë sisters.

We can't fight another person's battles, no matter how much we want to

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 appreciated 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.

and I laugh like nothing ever happened. I feel normal again, whatever that is.

A land more severely solitary could hardly be found anywhere on the face of the globe. —JOHN MUIR, 1881

Ideias pra músicas. Anotações aleatórias. Coisa que vão se tornar músicas. Coisas sobre as quais talvez eu escreva algum dia, ou que comecei mas não terminei porque não eram suficientes. Se uma música for feita pra durar, a carregamos conosco.

What were you doing up on that ledge?" It comes out a whisper. "The same thing you were. I wanted to see what it was like. I wanted to imagine jumping off it. I wanted to leave all the shit behind. But when I did start to imagine it, I didn't like what it looked like. And then I saw you.

Some mornings I wake up and I sing while I'm getting ready. Or maybe I turn up the music and dance. On most days, I walk to school. Other days I take my bike, and every now and then my mind tricks me into thinking I'm just a regular girl out for a ride.

It's the mean parts she wants. She is collecting all the unhappy, mad, bad, unpleasant words and keeping them for herself. "Why are we doing this, Dec?" "Because they shouldn't be in there mixed with the good. They like to trick you?

the smile is real

It was funny about writing. It was like flying or driving or playing an instrument. When you were doing it like you were supposed to be doing it, you knew it right inside of you. You could feel that this was the way it should be. But when you wrote a word that you didn't believe in, that didn't fit, it stuck out just like a bumpy landing or a bad turn or a false note.

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, this great state of ours. So come on. Let's go. Let's count for something. Let's get off that ledge.

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

I was here. T.F I was here too. V.M

Life is too short to judge others. It is not our job to tell someone what they feel or who they are. Why not spend some time on yourself instead?

Writing was me. But now writing is one of the things I can't do.

I want to lean in and get a whiff of him and rest my head on his shoulder or maybe make out with his neck.

At lunch, I sit with Charlie, surrounded by people but alone. They are talking to me and around me, but I can't hear them. I pretend to be interested in one of my books, but the words dance on the page, and so I tell my face to smile so that no one will see, and I smile and nod and I do a pretty good job of it, until Charlie says, "Man, what is wrong with you? You are seriously bringing me down.