Quotes from Jennifer Niven

Im used to slowing down so that everyone else can catch up

Is today a good day to die? This is something I ask myself in the morning when I wake up. In third period when I'm trying to keep my eyes open while Mr. Schroeder drones on and on. At the supper table as I'm passing the green beans. At night when I'm lying awake because my brain won't shut off due to all there is to think about. Is today the day? And if not today—when?

I feel jealous, just for a second, of his brain. In this moment, mine feels so ordinary.

who remains a wise mentor and cherished friend.

Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I feel the need to say something grand and poetic, but the only thing I come up with is "It's lovely.

Thanks most of all to my beautiful mother and fellow author, Penelope Niven, who made the world lovelier just by being in it.

before i die i want to matter

By the way? For what it's worth, you showed me something, Ultraviolet— there is such a thing as a perfect day.

I feel terrified but free.

So not today, because she smiled at me.

Suddenly none of this would matter. No more worrying about where we're going or what's to become of us or if we'll ever disappoint another person again. All of it – just gone.

There is only now', he says, 'and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion.

The early Hindus believed in living life to the fullest. Instead of aspiring to immortality, they aspired to living a healthy, full life.…

Você é todas as cores em uma, em pleno brilho

I feel like I'm living for these moments.

She taught me from childhood that my mountain was waiting, and she never stopped encouraging me to keep climbing.

I run for miles but don't count them, passing dark house after dark house. I feel sorry for everyone in this town who's sleeping. I

What would I have said to him if I'd know I would never see him again?

It's like all the other hours of the day are spent looking forward to right now.

You are a survivor, and as that unwelcome designation implies, your survival – your emotional survival – will depend on how well you learn to cope with your tragedy.

Sometimes, Ultraviolet, things feel true to us even if they're not.

If I do anything, I have to start over, but all I have is fragments of ideas. Just places.

I lean in and look at myself, and it's not my face but someone else's

Because it's not a lie if it's how you feel.