Quotes from Jennifer Niven

Es ist, als ob mein Gehirn so schnell laufen würde, dass ich nicht mitkomme. Worte. Farben. Klänge. Manchmal schiebt sich alles andere in den Hintergrund, und was zurückbleibt, ist der Klang.

Viel schwieriger ist es, aus einer Schublade herauszuwachsen, in die man gesteckt worden ist.

You can't stop people from dying. You can't stop them from going away. You can't stop yourself 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.

Here are these people who called him "freak" and never paid attention to him, except to make fun of him or spread rumors about him, and now they are carrying on like professional mourners, the ones you can hire in Taiwan or the Middle East to sing, cry, and crawl on the ground. His family is just as bad. After the preacher is finished, everyone moves toward them to shake their hands and offer condolences. The family accepts them as if they've earned them.

Before he died, Cesare Pavese, believer in the Great Manifesto, wrote "We do not remember days, we remember moments

I pull out my headphones and find the song "All Right Now." I know it from season one, episode six of Supernatural. It's at the very end of the episode, when Dean tells Sam he wishes he could have lived a normal life.

Die meisten Menschen vergessen, dass es häufig die kleinen Dinge sind, die zählen. Alle sind so damit beschäftigt, an Orten des Wartens zu warten.

Coffee drinkers are less likely to commit suicide than non–coffee drinkers. I

and so the preacher talks about the tragedy of someone dying so young, of a life ended too soon, of possibilities never realized.

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. You can't stop yourself 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.

I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't.

I'm not a shitty person, but I'm about to do a shitty thing.

Are you totally into Violet Markey, like forever kind or the she's-interesting-for-right-now kind?

I treat water on the surface under the wide, open sky and the sun and all that blue, which reminds me of Theodore Finch, just like everything else reminds me of him, and I think of my own epitath, still to be written, and all the places I'll wander. No longer rooted, but gold, flowing. I feel a thousand capacities spring in me

Could I have done more? Possibly. Yes. We can always do more. It's a tough question to answer, and, ultimately, a pointless one to ask. You might be feeling some of the same emotions and having some of these same thoughts.

Estou lutando para permanecer nesse mundo caótico de merda. Ficar no parapeito da torre do sino não é pra morrer. É pra ter controle. É pra nunca mais dormir de novo.

I like to think I'm above that kind of shitty behavior, so you can imagine how disillusioning it's been for me.

Fazer o que for preciso pra não esquecer que estou aqui e que minha opinião importa.

My father not only broke her heart, he pretty much shat all over her pride and self-worth.

The only thing I leave alone is the ceiling, because white contains all the wavelengths of the visible spectrum at full brightness. Okay, this is technically true of white light and not white paint, but I don't care. I tell myself that all the colors are there anyway, and this gives me an idea. I think of writing it as a song, but instead I sign onto the computer and send a message to Violet. You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

You have been in every way all that anyone could be. . . . If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.

I realized that as bad as it is not to know, the not knowing is something too. You can still do something with that.

Cesare Pavese, believer in the Great Manifesto, wrote, "We do not remember days, we remember moments.

I was here too. VM.