Quotes from Jennifer Niven

I have this feeling, ever since April, like I'm waiting for something. But I have no idea what.

As for the rest of you, remember this: YOU ARE WANTED. Big, small, tall, short, pretty, friendly, shy. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, not even yourself. Especially not yourself.

Non importa se non abbiamo mai filmato le nostre peregrinazioni. Non importa se non abbiamo preso dei souvenir o non abbiamo avuto il tempo di organizzare i dati raccolti, in modo che avessero un senso compiuto per gli altri. Il fatto è che ora ho capito: non è importante quello che si prende, ma quello che ci si lascia dietro.

I have songs to write and songs to sing and planes to fly and I want to see my old yellow truck again.

I take her hand under the gray-blue sky and I'm home.

On March 23, 1950, Italian poet Cesare Pavese wrote: "Love is truly the great manifesto; the urge to be, to count for something, and, if death must come, to die valiantly, with acclamation—in short, to remain a memory.

Ho vissuto ardentemente. E poi sono morto, ma non del tutto. Perché quelli come me non muoiono come chiunque altro. Persisto, come la leggenda del Blue Hole.

It's all just time filler until we die.

My legs are long, so I can cover a lot of ground, even if I have to dodge people left and right and sometimes leap over their heads. This is easy to do because they move in slow motion, like a herd of zombies or slugs.

I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times.

Ai intrebat de ce am vrut sa fac proiectul asta cu tine. Nu pentru ca erai si tu acolo sus, pe margine, desi - ok - e si asta. Nu pentru ca ma simt, in mod ciudat, responsabil sa am grija de tine, desi este, de asemenea, si asta. Ci pentru ca mi-ai zambit in ziua aia, in clasa. Un zambet adevarat, nu porcaria pe care o arati tuturor tot timpul, cand ochii tai spun ceva si gura altceva.

The quote is from Virginia Woolf's suicide note to her husband, but I think it fits the occasion.

We should write about our wanderings so we have something to show for them besides pictures. Actually, you should do the writing. I'll just smile and look pretty.

all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language. A few words of it anyway.

just be careful implies that there's an end to it all, maybe in an hour, maybe in three years, but an end just the same.

You don't dress to please a girl—especially not a girl like that. You dress to please yourself. If she doesn't like you for you, then you don't need her.

I think of the Virginia Woolf lines, the ones from The Waves: "Pale, with dark hair, the one who is coming is melancholy, romantic. And I am arch and fluent and capricious; for he is melancholy, he is romantic. He is here.

Ama sebebi o deÄŸil. Sebebi, asl?nda hiçbir ÅŸeyin öneminin olmamas?. Ne okul, ne ponpon k?z tak?m?, ne arkadaÅŸlar, erkek arkadaÅŸlar, partiler, yarat?c? yazarl?k bölümleri, ne de.." Kollar?n? tüm dünyay? iÅŸaret edercesine iki yana açt?. "Hepsi, ölünceye kadar oyalanmam?z için uydurulmuÅŸ türlü meÅŸgaleler.

When we're in the act of wandering, we need to be present, not watching it through a lens.

Hanya karena mereka sudah mati, mereka tak perlu mati. Begitu juga kita.

Also, I figure while I'm here, I might as well get to know it, you know—see what there is to see.

I feel like I just walked through the back of the wardrobe and into Narnia.

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.

the thing i realize is that it is not what you take, it is what you leave