Quotes from Jennifer Niven

He says, "Look." On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it's beautiful. I feel the need to say something grand and poetic, but the only thing I come up with is "It's lovely.

But when I'm with you, everything is quiet; everything just seems right, like my skin fits. And I don't just mean when I'm with you with you.

And then he closes his eyes and describes how I look in a way I've never heard before. As I'm hearing it, my heart is racing, and I know this is something I'll never forget, not even fifty years from now.

I am trying not to let it bother me because jealousy is a mean, unpleasant feeling that only eats you from the inside.

If I want to carry a purse, I'm going to carry it. I'm not going to not carry it just because they don't like it." And in that moment, this scrawny kid with big ears is my hero.

I want to stay in here, where it's warm and bright, surrounded by things that are living and not dead.

We're swaying a little to the music, and I'm looking into his eyes and thinking how amazing it is that you can live for eighteen years without knowing someone, and then they can come along and, like that, know you better than anyone. And you can't imagine what you ever did before they knew you and saw you and heard you and talked to you about all the things they've been through and all the things that matter to them.

My mom used to say sometimes it's actually about the other person and you just happen to be there. Like sometimes the other person needs to learn a lesson or go through an experience, good or bad, and you're just an accessory in some way, like a supporting actor in whatever their scene happens to be.

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.

the words are there one minute, and the next they're gone.

Sometimes people are just sh*tty. Sometimes they're sh*tty because they're afraid. Sometimes they choose to be sh*tty to others before others can be sh*tty to them.

Decent friends—check. Roof over my head—check. Food in my mouth—check.

You are not alone." Before I can tell him, Actually I am, which is part of the problem; we are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

Actually I am, which is part of the problem; we are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial

I imagine his little bones in his little grave, and it is the saddest thought in the world.

Atticus, he was real nice…." "Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them." —To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee

You are all anyone could be. If anyone could have saved me it would have been you.

A string of thoughts runs through my head like a song I can't get rid of, over and over.

you can't keep standing still.

Later then, Ultraviolet." "What did you call me?" "You heard me.

me—everything might just explode. I keep my eyes on the road. "You know what I like about you, Ultraviolet Remarkey-able? Everything." "But I thought you didn't like me." And then I look at her. She raises an eyebrow at me. I

This is the single loveliest thing anyone's ever done for me. It's movie lovely.

I take a good long look at her. I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to. You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop them from going away either. I know myself well enough to know that no one else can keep you awake or keep you from sleeping. That's all on me too. But man, I like this girl.

It feels somehow epic and fragile, and I want the night to last forever, and knowing it can't already has made me sad.